Binface is the epitome of Don't Look Back In Anger & Keep Calm And Carry On.
Right now, I know so many people who won't/can't discuss our issues, and like an old man speeding onto a roundabout without looking, just don't want to look or be bothered.
Binface is their man as an alternative avatar to Paddington Bear.
Novelty humour stops being funny pretty quickly, but at least the Monster Raving Looney Party in the 80s/90s could be indulged as the country pretty much functioned. The contempt that Binface displays towards the constituents in a town with so many social problems seems completely lost on our betters.
There’s a difference between being able to laugh at yourself and being fundamentally unserious.
Exactly that. The sense then that there were enough genuinely serious, sober adults who could be relied on to work through problems provided the space for David Sutch. In contrast, the Bin functions as an amnesiac.
It may seem clever of Farage' enemies to refrain from participating, and it was certainly a tactical defeat for him because he hadn't expected it.
It was possibly an error of judgement on his part, but perhaps not; he did what he normally does, which is to act on instinct without excessive caution, and his instinct was to send the message that he has democratic legitimacy.
In my opinion, the decision of the other parties was based on the shallow wish to avoid losing, but with the bonus that it makes Farage look silly, but they reveal their contempt for the ordinary voter. They also indirectly support avoiding the confrontation of real issues; immigration, demography, taxes, growth, industry, carbon zero, energy, defence. They support a bin of avoidance in place of public debate.
This really captures the Count Binface phenomenon for me, and I like the Sex Pistols analogy. My father used to talk about the “No Future” line in the sense that in 1977 they really did believe there was no future: Britain had simply run out of road.
There is something similar today. As you say they have no confidence or continuity, so they retreat ever further into make-believe. As J'accuse once put it, for these people modernity is permanently 1996: Vindaloo, Tango adverts, 99 Flakes (which last cost 99p so long ago that you’d have to be pushing 40 to remember it) and endless pop-cultural references to a Britain in which everyone watched the same terrestrial four channels and understood the same jokes.
This joke candidate is a massive insult to the populace. “Oh, you think things are going terribly? Here’s this unfunny idiot for you to vote for.” It’s the same sort of complacency you see with the clowns they sent to a French migrant camp recently. Just a refusal to deal with the seriousness of the situation.
The article is very perceptive with respect to these respectable centrist comedians. I can’t stand a comedian who wants to teach me something. And don’t tell me that politicians are nice people who are just a little dim.
This is beyond good. Binface should be sent to give a bloody good cheering up to those raped and the families of those murdered by the regimes weak, whimsical, and fanciful governance.
Fun fact: the original MP character in "The Thick of It" was Chris Langham, who was charged with downloading and possessing Level 5 Child Pornography. That could be an interesting, non-political line of questioning for the dear old Count. Not sure if there is anything the Count did that was dodgy, but it is still worth noting that he may have worked with someone described as a paedophile by Detective Superintendent Paul Fotheringham of Kent Police.
People like Sofie Jenkinson so sneering in theyr attitude to decent English people but so oblivious of what walking clichés of non self awareness they are to anyone with an ounce of perception.
The list she came out with could not be any more cringeworthy and totally lacking in any idea of what the average working or lower middle class person would see as British if she'd tried. In fact if she'd used an AI programme of "things that a member of the upper middle class leftist establishment would like to be redolent of Britishness but most definitely aren't" this list would be the answer.
Adverts from a time when people aren't unified around 3 or 4 channels, tea (rather than coffee) because she thinks that's what us common types still drink, as for "hun culture" and "2p games" what the hell does thus Jocasta even mean. And her BBC approved mindset obviously couldnt be contained as she sneaked in "the lionesses".
Jenkinson's list could come to symbolise the actual point when the woke upper middle classes reached their most extreme point of alienation from the rest of us.
This summer I've been weighing Silly Sausage Britain against Michel Houellebecq's France, because a couple of month's ago Houellebecq released a new spoken word album for the first time in ~25 years. It's become something I like to listen to when I am sitting down to enjoy a cup of Rington's tea and a Gregg's donut (am in the North), for example, 'The Old Roman Road': 'We took the old Roman road... in the senseless hope of escaping our fate. The last representatives of a legendary people, We have buried the statues of our gods, Before celebrating silent rites, Before celebrating funerary rites. Now stretched out under the implacable sun, and crushed by a sky where vultures circle, We have exhausted our last recourse... And yet we await an unthinkable saviour.' If Count Binface is the face of summer this year, I feel like Houellebecq is definitely the soundtrack. 'I am not a saint or a hero, but my eyes will fill with tears, when everything is reset to zero.'
The Zinoviev letter writ large. Universal suffrage caused this by pushing the burden of governance and the upholding of order onto the masses, and we believed it would work because we were significantly more intelligent back then.
We need to instate a qualified franchise system for voting, extend the franchise for qualified workers, and admit that parliamentary democracy has run its course in the 21st century. The latter especially.
Binface is the epitome of Don't Look Back In Anger & Keep Calm And Carry On.
Right now, I know so many people who won't/can't discuss our issues, and like an old man speeding onto a roundabout without looking, just don't want to look or be bothered.
Binface is their man as an alternative avatar to Paddington Bear.
Bin face is Paddingtons Jungian shadow.
Novelty humour stops being funny pretty quickly, but at least the Monster Raving Looney Party in the 80s/90s could be indulged as the country pretty much functioned. The contempt that Binface displays towards the constituents in a town with so many social problems seems completely lost on our betters.
There’s a difference between being able to laugh at yourself and being fundamentally unserious.
Exactly that. The sense then that there were enough genuinely serious, sober adults who could be relied on to work through problems provided the space for David Sutch. In contrast, the Bin functions as an amnesiac.
It may seem clever of Farage' enemies to refrain from participating, and it was certainly a tactical defeat for him because he hadn't expected it.
It was possibly an error of judgement on his part, but perhaps not; he did what he normally does, which is to act on instinct without excessive caution, and his instinct was to send the message that he has democratic legitimacy.
In my opinion, the decision of the other parties was based on the shallow wish to avoid losing, but with the bonus that it makes Farage look silly, but they reveal their contempt for the ordinary voter. They also indirectly support avoiding the confrontation of real issues; immigration, demography, taxes, growth, industry, carbon zero, energy, defence. They support a bin of avoidance in place of public debate.
It’s like an LLM had a go at political satire.
Even the photo looks like CGI
This really captures the Count Binface phenomenon for me, and I like the Sex Pistols analogy. My father used to talk about the “No Future” line in the sense that in 1977 they really did believe there was no future: Britain had simply run out of road.
There is something similar today. As you say they have no confidence or continuity, so they retreat ever further into make-believe. As J'accuse once put it, for these people modernity is permanently 1996: Vindaloo, Tango adverts, 99 Flakes (which last cost 99p so long ago that you’d have to be pushing 40 to remember it) and endless pop-cultural references to a Britain in which everyone watched the same terrestrial four channels and understood the same jokes.
An excellent and pointed piece of writing, I shall be following the author
This joke candidate is a massive insult to the populace. “Oh, you think things are going terribly? Here’s this unfunny idiot for you to vote for.” It’s the same sort of complacency you see with the clowns they sent to a French migrant camp recently. Just a refusal to deal with the seriousness of the situation.
The article is very perceptive with respect to these respectable centrist comedians. I can’t stand a comedian who wants to teach me something. And don’t tell me that politicians are nice people who are just a little dim.
This is beyond good. Binface should be sent to give a bloody good cheering up to those raped and the families of those murdered by the regimes weak, whimsical, and fanciful governance.
That would actually make for an hilarious comedy sketch.
"Binface Goes To Southport"
Binface goes to Rotherham
Have him standing there doing his schtick while girls are being raped behind him
That is quite brilliant and puts its finger on exactly what I was beginning to feel about the sorry state of satire in this country
Fun fact: the original MP character in "The Thick of It" was Chris Langham, who was charged with downloading and possessing Level 5 Child Pornography. That could be an interesting, non-political line of questioning for the dear old Count. Not sure if there is anything the Count did that was dodgy, but it is still worth noting that he may have worked with someone described as a paedophile by Detective Superintendent Paul Fotheringham of Kent Police.
Paddington post-history silly Britain.
The Decline and Fall of England is somehow much more tragic - because it totally lacks gravitas - than that of Rome.
Imagine explaining any of this to a Victorian, urgh.
There was me thinking he’s just another upper middle class toss pot.
People like Sofie Jenkinson so sneering in theyr attitude to decent English people but so oblivious of what walking clichés of non self awareness they are to anyone with an ounce of perception.
The list she came out with could not be any more cringeworthy and totally lacking in any idea of what the average working or lower middle class person would see as British if she'd tried. In fact if she'd used an AI programme of "things that a member of the upper middle class leftist establishment would like to be redolent of Britishness but most definitely aren't" this list would be the answer.
Adverts from a time when people aren't unified around 3 or 4 channels, tea (rather than coffee) because she thinks that's what us common types still drink, as for "hun culture" and "2p games" what the hell does thus Jocasta even mean. And her BBC approved mindset obviously couldnt be contained as she sneaked in "the lionesses".
Jenkinson's list could come to symbolise the actual point when the woke upper middle classes reached their most extreme point of alienation from the rest of us.
Sofie Jenkinson is the sole director of common sense campaign limited.
It spent £17,486 on anti-reform ads in the run up to the Sendd election.
It seems like a lot!
https://politicaladsmonitor.substack.com/p/week-2-2026
This summer I've been weighing Silly Sausage Britain against Michel Houellebecq's France, because a couple of month's ago Houellebecq released a new spoken word album for the first time in ~25 years. It's become something I like to listen to when I am sitting down to enjoy a cup of Rington's tea and a Gregg's donut (am in the North), for example, 'The Old Roman Road': 'We took the old Roman road... in the senseless hope of escaping our fate. The last representatives of a legendary people, We have buried the statues of our gods, Before celebrating silent rites, Before celebrating funerary rites. Now stretched out under the implacable sun, and crushed by a sky where vultures circle, We have exhausted our last recourse... And yet we await an unthinkable saviour.' If Count Binface is the face of summer this year, I feel like Houellebecq is definitely the soundtrack. 'I am not a saint or a hero, but my eyes will fill with tears, when everything is reset to zero.'
The Zinoviev letter writ large. Universal suffrage caused this by pushing the burden of governance and the upholding of order onto the masses, and we believed it would work because we were significantly more intelligent back then.
We need to instate a qualified franchise system for voting, extend the franchise for qualified workers, and admit that parliamentary democracy has run its course in the 21st century. The latter especially.