Though Cowards Flinch

It’s 30 years ago to the day that my dad was killed.  I’ve just got back over from my mum’s place in Oldham.  It was important to be there.  My sister will be there tonight.

Here, in his memory, is the post I wrote a few months ago about what I think my dad, a peace-loving second world war veteran, have made of the BNP.

RIP dad.