All over Europe left-liberal Federasts are contemplating the rise of the right; Ukraine's new 'government' is loaded with openly ultra-nationalist anti-Jewish ministers, Poland's Catholic ultra-conservatism has blocked the march of EuroStatism, and Hungary's ruling Fidesz with its mantra of "Home, Family, Health, Work, Order" with echoes of Kraft durch Freude is tame in comparison to the widely supported Jobbik there. Further West, sensing success in May's polls, the Front National is looking to team with other right-wing allies but both UKIP's Nigel Farage and Geert Wilder's PVV have so far resisted Marine's seduction on the grounds that she is too right wing. All over the Union the right is on the march; actually, more of a slippered shuffle than a jackbooted stride, but taking ground nonetheless.
It's being predicted that even with an excellent showing in May the right will still have no more than a third of seats in the European Parliament - still, shocks can happen. So why am I complaining, you may ask? Surely I must be in favour of a right leaning EP? Well, no. Last time it took us six years to put all the buggers down.
I can fully understand Farage's reluctance to form a party-grouping with 'them others' that under Brussels rules would open the treasure-chests. You see, we Brits may be reasonable, balanced, equitable and sensible, sensitive to the rights of the underdog, disinclined to take unfair advantage of power but we can't vouch for the rest of them - some, like the Ukranians, raving frothing-at-the-mouth Nazis who need to be forcibly restrained from wearing NSDAP symbols and runes. It's like a seasoned toper facing the prospect of going on a pub crawl with a group of lads who can't take their beer.
Well, we're just going have to see what happens and wing it; things are happening in Europe that one just can't plan for. As long as we can remember what being British means, I reckon we can cope.