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the Isle of Thanet is a small nodule of erupted spleen at the eastern edge of England — a little bit of throbbing gristle that, given enough anger, enough bile, enough precision dyspepsia, could suddenly, magnificently, detach itself entirely this election.
For this is where the Grand Hernia himself, Nigel Farage, is standing — making it by definition the most politically vulnerable place in Britain. As I leave Margate station, I wonder: what on earth has South Thanet done to deserve Farage's tainted love? But immediately, it becomes obvious. Margate is broken.
Making my way up the hill to Cliftonville, I pass the most forlorn seaside resort,