Nigel Farage has written his autobiography and jolly pleased he is with it too. A Flashman-like character, with his velvet collar on his camel hair coat, his occasional trilby and absolute detestation of anything that gets in the way of right-thinking, freeborn Englishness, he holds himself out as a man against all rules (‘I hate signs’), charging through life emitting ‘spontaneous outbursts of the heart’. I was reminded of Douglas Adams’ and John Lloyd’s book The Meaning of Liff, where they invented meanings for place names. This book gives the English language a new collective noun: a Farage, meaning a collection of thoughts that sound more and more plausible the closer you lean on the bar and the more fervently your mates agree with you; only a true Farageiste fails to see in the morning that they were the product of good wine rather than deep social analysis.

It is an unparodiable laundry basket of choleric assertions: ‘It’s a free country [are] words that ring hollow [in the UK] today.’ Fashions in teaching have swung ‘towards the college-trained spoonfeeders’; we live in ‘the age of mediocrity’; we are ruled by ‘the urban minority’.

And so it goes on in a surprisingly enjoyable but ill-informed Tufton-Bufton torrent out into a world at the heart of which he stands, the only truth teller, ‘the only person who has ruffled the Blair calm’, the person who ‘flatters himself that Question Time tends to be more interesting’ when he is there.

He grew up with an absent alcoholic father, whose liking for drink he has inherited. He simply cannot abide homogeneity, government or other people’s views. In his twenties he was almost killed when, drunk, he walked into an oncoming car. He was famously almost killed again in a plane crash in the 2010 election trying to fly a banner saying Vote For Your Country, Vote UKIP. He has had testicular cancer, a divorce, been sacked from his job, involved in innumerable plots within UKIP to oust leaders, make leaders and finally become the leader. The book rollicks through all of this borne on the ultimate conviction that we are no longer able to govern ourselves as we have given all our powers away to Brussels and every moment of your life is controlled by the EU ‘Soviet’. In essence, the 320 pages are one long Farage.

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Simon Fanshawe is a writer and equalities consultant

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Flying Free
Nigel Farage | Biteback Publishing | 320pp | £9.99