A hard rain

It hasn't rained in these parts for what seems like weeks. Until tonight, that is, when a hardy band of anti-fascist leafleters set out to deliver on an estate the BNP have targetted recently. It peed down the whole time and we were forced to abandon the struggle when the leaflets started tearing as they went through the door. Still, it was a good lesson for my son Mike, who is studying politics at 'A' level. Now he has seen the soaking wet and miserable side of the story at first hand.