There is much excitement among supporters of the United Kingdom Independence Party that a video on YouTube showing a speech to the European Parliament of their leader, Nigel Farage, has, in the jargon, “gone viral”, which means, according to one estimate, that 250,000 people have watched it. One happy correspondent to the Spectator’s excellent Coffee House blog says that this will result in an extra 250,000 votes for UKIP at the next general election although this seems unlikely. Many, perhaps most, of these viewings will have been by people living abroad who will therefore need to leave their homes and families, emigrate to the UK and establish themselves with new lives and British citizenship before being able to vote for Mr Farage. Even if we make the plausible assessment that Mrs May’s Borders Agency will not stand in their way, it seems hard to credit people going to this much trouble, whatever the UKIP leader’s charisma. Besides, I cannot be the only person to have watched the video and resolved never to vote for Mr Farage under any circumstances, even if voting were made compulsory and he were in a two-way contest with Glen Mulcaire. A more realistic estimate might be an extra 25,000 votes which, unless they became freakishly accumulated in the constituency where Mr Farage happened to be standing, shouldn’t do any harm. David Cameron need not resolve to shut down the whole of YouTube for fear of it subverting the British way of life just yet.
Of course, more and more people are becoming inclined towards the idea of an “independent” United Kingdom outside the European Union, even if they are not especially attracted by Mr Farage himself. The reasons for this are complex, but essentially come down to the observation that the benefits of EU membership haven’t been all they were cracked up to be, while the irritations are pretty much as we had expected. The middle classes, for example, notwithstanding the brief frisson induced by the arrival of Polish delicatessens on the high street, have discovered that there isn’t actually anything inside them they want to eat. Their young, encouraged to roam wide and free across borderless Europe with their Inter-rail passes, have reported back that continental cities are, by and large, just as dreary and pedestrianised as our own. We assumed that taking away trade barriers would open up European markets to British toasters and televisions, without fully grasping the fact that this is a necessary though not a sufficient condition of success and doesn’t absolve us of the need to make toasters and televisions in the first place. As for the single currency, this has proved the biggest disappointment of all. For all the valuable minutes it has saved swapping currencies at border crossings, the euro turns out to be just another gambling den where the banks can go along to be reckless with other people’s money.
Sympathetic as I am to the plight of the disappointed Briton, there is something about the dementedly simplistic arguments of the out-brigade that makes me reluctant to rush to join them. Mr Farage’s video clip is an example of this. In it, he uses his brief turn at the European Parliament podium to denounce and insult various European panjandrums, chief among them Heman van Rompuy, the President of the European Council. There are enough cut-aways to Mr van Rompuy looking alternately startled and perplexed to show that he is a target perhaps less demanding of denunciation than an old-fashioned punch in the face and therein no doubt lies the sadistic entertainment value of the clip. But I simply ask what is the point? Mr van Rompuy is neither the author of the European calamity, nor does he have it in his power to do anything about it. Oddly enough, some of the real villains here – Berlusconi of Italy, Papandreou of Greece – men who wantonly ran up their countries’ debts without thought for the consequences, enjoy the cloak of Mr Farage’s protection. They, he argues, are victims of the calamity, ruthlessly hurled from office by Mr van Rompuy and his henchmen in his quest for power. None of this is remotely true. Meanwhile, Farage himself resembles a bank manager from Cheam, cursing the snails who have eaten away his cabbages, while in the background his house is burning down.
Then there is the Norway question. Is Mr Farage himself a Norwegian I wonder? I ask this odd question not just because it is fashionable in UKIP circles to challenge the origins of people with funny names, but because it is one theory that fits the observed fact that independence advocates are obsessed with the idea that Britain should be more like Norway. Norway is indeed a charming place, particularly if you like fish and darkness, and very enviable to us with its high living standards and jolly history of aggression towards its neighbours. It is also unusually blessed with natural resources which, coupled with the fact that very few people would actually choose to live there, generates a self-sufficiency the UK will always struggle to match. People who study these things say that Norway doesn’t do too badly from its semi-detached trade arrangements with the EU, but so what. It can easily afford not to care too much. The UK, with its massive over-dependence on international banking, is not so lucky.
That, in any case, is the argument, although truthfully I am less bothered about this than the question of the UKIP leader’s own possible Norwegian origins. It is something we should be told about I feel, especially if we are going to be encouraged to vote for the man via YouTube. Most Norwegians are smug and placid, but every now and again a maniac breaks out from among them. Think Anders Breivik, who went on the rampage in a children’s camp in the Summer, or Denis Nilsen, a famous serial killer of old who did his work in Muswell Hill, but had a Norwegian father. I am not accusing Mr Farage of these tendencies, or even of being susceptible to them by virtue of his provenance. However, we live in a risk-averse era, where we are told that fear, uncertainty and doubt are the enemy. Better to be on the safe side and check it out.