The farmers’ revolt makes me proud to be British

My first thought upon seeing today’s revolt of the farmers was just how gloriously normal it looked. For more than a year London has been besieged by wild-eyed plummy leftists and fuming Gen X’ers screaming blue murder about the Jewish State. Now, for sweet relief, we get men and women in waxed jackets and sensible winter headwear taking to the streets, not to rage against a faraway land but to defend their own land from the grubby taxing of the Labour government. Now that’s proper protesting. It made me want a warm beer.

What happened today was extraordinary. It was a revolt of the sensibles. It was a mutiny of the ‘normies’, to borrow that condescending word leftists use to refer to anyone they consider ‘conventional’: ie, works for a living, is tattoo-free, knows what a woman is, and has never spent £25 on dirty fries in Hackney Wick.