Paul Sykes is that geezer who gave 700 grand to Ukip. I can't remember where he got the money, I think cars or buses. Johnny Vegas is the comic who likes Guinness. Sure, they're both from Yorkshire, but so's John Prescott and I've never mistaken him for either, though I have thought "this joker should go join a far-right organisation that doesn't like women in the workplace".
It's not so much the accent, more the high-pitched, humble-sounding sweetness you'd think would be at odds with the personality of a Europhobe. I suppose voice develops before politics, and if you end up a foaming nationalist with the voice of a playful scamp, you chalk it up to bad luck or go away and come back when you're an environmentalist/feckless apathetic. The disservice is to the casual listener, who hears, "Blah, Brussels, over my dead body and that of my dog, whom I love more than life because I'm English, not foreign!" and walks away with the warm feeling of having been told a joke, whose punchline they missed because they turned on the tap. This could have serious ramifications for the political landscape. Unless Vegas redresses the balance and also stands, for something decent and un-mad.
