Thanks to some unknown soul, I now know there are a couple of BNP members living near my house.

Not that it bothers me, but I’m sure someone is going to get a little cut-up by it.

I can’t see why it would be such a big issue to anyone. We all know there are quite a few nuts around who like to sit at home and leave offensive comments on websites but what can you do about it?

Sometimes no amount of cultural healing is going to make someone change their mind. Now that I know where the fella lives, I was considering taking over a plate of pakoras, but I don’t know how that would be perceived.

I’m sure somebody will say that it is ‘I’ who is the nut and ‘I’ who is in the wrong. I guess I am wrong sometimes. My wife would say I am wrong all the time, even when I’m right.

They will say that life is generally unfair and that blaming those damn ‘Moslems’ (they always spell it that way) for the ills of the world will in fact make it all go away.

I tend to think that the BNP have become very similar to the people we see on TV spouting on about how we shouldn’t have non-Muslim friends but then plead for mercy when the deportation order is signed.

There is always an hypocrisy in all sorts of extremism. Everything is a clear black and white but only when it suits the extremist.

What they don’t realise is that life is generally a bit boring, cumbersome and a bit of a battle for everyone. We wake up in the morning, go to work, and every now and then England win and we are happy.

For most of the time we are simply trying to pay the bills and stop from getting fined for one reason or other.

Just last week I parked my car and then realised I might get fined because my back wheel was touching the double yellow line. And then it occurred to me. Was this really what my life had become?

Although the extra information about knowing where the neighbourhood resident BNP member might be welcome in some quarters, I would rather live in sheer ignorance. It was just one more thing to worry about.