"Communities minister Iain Wright said that members of the public could play a part by calling the new telephone line to report sightings of rough sleepers."

Creepy.

So - have the BNP published a list of rough sleepers...or is the Communities Minister asking the public to report rough sleepers to the BNP.....or are rough sleepers reporting Ianianian Wright (I'll bet he's Scottish) to the BNP? About 12 months ago the last but about five Housing Minister informed Parliament that there were only 490 rough sleepers in the UK - wouldn't it be cheaper to buy them each a house?

I'm confused - where's Tumbleweed when you need him (or her)?

Meanwhile Thompson, (one of the Hoop Hall cats), is being stalked by a bloody cock pheasant. I won't waste my time looking for help from David Wright - I can already hear the lanky streak of pysse wittering on about how pheasants add to the vibrant multi-cultural vibrancy offer of our society - yeah - slow roast with home made thyme and parsley stuffing!

.....it's been a long year.....

It would seem that Lord Hoop & Tumbleweed have been smoking the weed.
I do hope Lord Hoop finds his cat.

Must admit when I heard about this yesterday, it made me laugh, especially the response from Nick Griffin, he was making a complaint to Dyfed Powys Police, regarding the theft of goods, never heard a membership referred to as goods. Also said it was a breach of Human Rights Act, the same act that they wish to repeal if they ever got to power, God forbid!! This list is now on the loose far and wide and they will have a hell of a job pulling it from various sites.

Apparently was release on Net by an ex-employee, although they are looking to blame everyman and his dog for the breach.

Looking at the small numbers in T&W explains why they have never put up a candidate at any local election.

Not a good day for the BNP

Carol my dear, the only "weed" I smoke is that fine gentlemen's smoking blend sold under the name of "Golden Virginia". I can understand your confusion, it is widely rumoured among the chattering classes that the boarder formerly known as AJ Cobbler/El Greco, and now "Tumbleweed" (too many spaghetti westerns I fear) is not in the least fussy about what he uses to fill his pipe....

More importantly, the noble Hoop Cat, Thompson, is not missing - just the opposite! Since a run-in the other day with a cock pheasant the poor little blighter is too scared to venture more than a few yards from the house without a bodyguard. At one point the bloody over-bred chicken was strutting up and down outside the dining room window, then tried to get in through the catflap.

Her Ladyship, while sympathising with our feline chum, has declared the bloody bird off limits for a touch of heavy metal therapy - she hasn't noticed the loaded air rifles on all the upstairs window cills......"sorry dear, it must have banged it's dear little head on something sharp...still, shame for him to die a pointless death...COOK!!"