As many of you will know by now, the Zelo Street house had an unexpected - and unwanted - visitor last night. In fact, there were three visitors: former EDL head man Tommy Robinson, aka Stephen Yaxley Lennon, plus two of his pals. Why Robinson should need to turn up on someone else’s doorstep in dead of night with two accomplices I will leave to others to draw their own conclusions.
That Robinson’s appearance was designed to intimidate cannot be in any doubt: there was loud and persistent banging at the front door, high-intensity lights were shone into the front windows, and when I went to see what was kicking off - it wasn’t going to be an election canvasser or the Witnesses at 2200 hours - one of those high-intensity lights was shone into my face as Robinson introduced himself.
He wanted to ask me one question. He claimed I had “written lies about him”. He would come back, and keep coming back, until I answered him, which suggests someone has sufficient time and money on his hands to keep on making 300 mile round trips to Crewe on the off-chance of finding someone at home. After the front door was shut in his face, the hammering and shouting continued. And he kept calling me “Paul”.
Robinson might have thought this was a pretty clever tactic; it served only as a giveaway as to the identity of the so-called “Journalist” who supplied him with my address. In the circumstances, it was necessary to call the Police out, and they duly arrived. Robinson was given information as to what would happen if he persisted with his visits; the officer attending was well aware of Robinson’s illustrious past.
After the Police told Robinson and his fellow thugs what would happen if they kept up their exhibition of harassment, they vanished into the night. All that remained was an undercurrent of leering, cat-calling and other low-level abuse in support of The Great Man on Twitter, many of his “supporters” wholeheartedly approving of his tactics.
A selection of these is included in this post, so readers can appreciate the amount of abuse and barrel-scraping on view: “Maybe it's happy hour at the gay bar … Open the door and talk to him like a man … His mum will answer in a minute Tommy … He will probably block us all or delete his account tomorrow … lets give him hell anyway … Was that it? Did he slink off to mum?” And there was more.
Yes, there was also “he probably still on the toilet still shitting himself haahaa … It says on his time line 'chill time' so I guess he is hiding behind the fridge … Have a damn good wash when you get home Tommy, that place looks like it needs fumigating dirty rank lefties”. Robinson himself continues to claim “His names [sic] actually paul”.
Tommy Robinson has also threatened to turn up again this evening. Meanwhile, all those august defenders of free speech in and around the media establishment have for some mysterious reason fallen silent. I’m sure they have their reasons.