Is summer here or is this a false dawn? It's Nigel Farage everybody.

Is summer here or is this a false dawn? It's Nigel Farage everybody.

This is quite the most astonishing April day for what seems like many a year. If you didn't know you were living in Britain you could swear you were on some sparkling Greek island or a sun shadowed taverna somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean. And yet it almost seems too good to be true.

 Britain is basking in an early April balmy summer's day where all you can hear is the distant sound of the sea lapping gently on the shore and a whimsical Spanish guitar playing in some wisteria fringed restaurant. Oh the pretty flowers on the latticework, the music wafting out from a sun drenched balcony, flamenco dancers flourishing, flaunting and flouncing themselves to the point of exhaustion. It has been another perfect day or so it would seem. It could hardly get any better.

And then you sit together in that same restaurant as the boats in the harbour bob up and down almost rhythmically in the fading rays of an early April evening sun. You see the sun dancing and rippling against the soft waters of the sadly waning day and you think of one man. NIGEL FARAGE. Oh what a crushing disappointment, what a horrendous thought. Not him. Not Nigel Farage. How did he crop up in the daily discussion? Who could ever have believed that Nigel Farage could spoil this impossible idyll when quite clearly all seemed to be going so well on this splendid day in early April? But maybe it's three cheers to Nigel Farage.

In case you hadn't heard the news Nigel Farage has done it again. Not content with this almost deafening and soul destroying cacophony known as the EU, the European Union and the traumatic repercusssions of Britain waving farewell to Europe, Farage has ruffled a couple of feathers.  It's that old chestnut called Brexit and poor old Nigel has put his foot in it again. Here we were thinking that Article 50 had been signed and then Nigel adds his considerable voice to yet another round of chattering, cackling and pontificating.

One day he'll put down that pint of Guinness, stub out his fiftieth cigarette and give us chapter and verse on something other than Brexit. Please Nigel. I think the nation is beginning to tire of the subject or maybe you're right and we just can't be bothered to listen. So let's hear it from hard nosed, straight talking Nigel. We need to hear the full facts as if we hadn't heard them at least 100 times before.

 It is rather like listening to the same record over and over again. Eventually the said piece of vinyl will just be scratched beyond recognition and the track on the album will jump across the turntable, the music stuck in the groove and forever repeating itself. So why, I hear you ask, is Nigel Farage to be blamed for this interminable political soundtrack and, it has to be said, rather nauseating narrative. Will it ever end and if so, can we just be spared the endless, drainingly debilitating talking, spluttering and blathering? Surely it must be getting on our nerves.

But wait our Nige seems to know exactly what to say and how the nation's long term welfare can only benefit from one of his rousing speeches, those straightforward oratories that invariably sound exactly the same as the previous ones he's made in the past. But now Farage has probably gone too far with one of his more honest and forthright declarations as MEP.

Yesterday Nigel Farage stood up in front of a  European Parliament which he so strongly professes to despise anyway and compared some of his colleagues to the Mafia or we think he did. That was certainly the sentence that seemed to emerge from the Farage mouth. It was perhaps the funniest and most comical moment in European political history and yet for a few brief moments, Farage seemed to mean it and didn't care who knew it. What a foul and slanderous accusation and a slur against his European counterparts - or maybe they should be his fierce rivals or even his sworn enemies.

Anyway it all seemed very unseemly and unsavoury. There was a deeply uncomfortable giggle followed by booing and then heckling as the realisation sunk in. Nigel Farage is now convinced that those in the highest echelons of European politics are a bunch of sleazy, sinister gangsters with violin cases in their hands and rifles in the back seats of their cars. Hold on. I may be allowing my imagination to run away so it's best to hold fire at the moment.

The truth is that Nigel Farage is one of those modern day social commentators who believes that if you listen to him the world will be a brighter, happier and livelier place. You've got to pay attention to what he says. As a very wealthy former businessman, politics has given him the ideal platform to spout his roaring rhetoric and also a sense of entitlement that perhaps he felt was beyond him. Still he's said something he may regret and the jury is out on this jolly character who loves his pint of bitter and the convivial company of his mates in the local pub. Or does he? You see I think our Nige knows far more than he probably lets on and I think deserves to be heard and then judged later on.

These are testing and sensitive times for the world. After the recent and unforgivable attacks on Westminster and St Petersburg men like Nigel Farage may have something rather more to offer than we think. Maybe we've misrepresented him. True he doesn't have the definitive answer to world terrorism but when he talks about other issues such as Britain's now increasingly diminishing influence at the top table of Europe we may have to lend a receptive ear.

Of course the ridiculous analogy of the Mafia in any political debate is perhaps a silly joke gone too far but when you scrape the surface of Farage as the poltical activist you may find a man who is much more in tune and knowledgeable than was at first thought. You see it may all be about perceptions of Farage and that working class Man of the People persona that he so carefully cultivates. It's safe to assume that Farage has got a lot to be pleased about at the moment but then perhaps appearances can be deceptive. Maybe he believes that the public aren't entirely sure about him and just want to consign him to history.

Now I think Farage, with, possibly, a slightly muddled set of words and phrases, is absolutely right. Of course Britain needs to open up its borders to the global market. Maybe we do need to look further out to sea. Maybe we need to become more ambitious and expansionist, reaching out to those hitherto untapped Far East markets such as Japan, China, Malaysia and then Mexico, South America and the Caribbean while not forgetting those tropical islands and far distant trading frontiers where the sun never set on the Empire. It is  all very intriguing, curious and potentially vastly profitable. Farage, you suspect, may believe that Britain has had its eyes closed for far too long and now is the right time to open them widely.

Anyway here we are at the end of a  summery day at the beginning of April and I'm beginning to think of waving palm trees, whispering winds, exotic beaches and relaxing bottles of lager by the swimming pool. It is one of the most appealing times of the year but then every day is appealing so let's just lay back on our sun lounger, slip on the sunglasses and think of - well England perhaps but let's broaden our international horizons and think of that worldly statesman Nigel Farage.

 Now I've no idea where Mr Farage is heading on his summer hols but Europe may not be his preferred choice. I hear that Bognor is nice in July Nigel. You may want to consider Blackpool Mr Farage as long as there's no sangria to be had at the bar. Now that would be just unacceptable. Let's hear it for Nigel, one of Britain's finest spokesmen.