Over the weekend, I spent a day shadowing Nigel Farage with an entourage of fellow snoopers and milling busybodies. As he walked down Frinton high street, ducking into more or less every establishment he passed along the way, there was a genuine buzz, a non-confected enthusiasm. Women spilled out of Superdrug to request selfies with the man himself. Car horns were honked in solidarity. Most encouragingly of all, a sizeable number of zoomers stopped Farage to inform him of their resolve to cast a vote—for many, their first ever—in favour of Reform on July 4.
