This is The Guardian.
Today, how to defeat the far right.
So we're on...
this one particular day the BMP were meeting in a pub in Hollywood and the weather outside was 90 degrees.
It was a sweltering day in the summer of 2001 and instead of enjoying the sunshine Nick Lowles was sweating in the back of a van in a pub car park in Oldham in Greater Manchester.
Now we were sitting in a van for probably about seven hours and it was like sitting in a coke can.
It was unbelievable.
We ended up, we were sitting in our boxer shorts, we were so hot.
Two months earlier, race riots had erupted across the town and the BMP,
the far-right British National Party, sensed an opportunity.
Inside the pub, Nick Griffin, the BMP's leader,
a Holocaust denier who wanted Britain to be, quote, 99% white, was holding a meeting.
Outside, the other Nick, let's call him the good Nick, wanted to know who was going to show up.
That's why, along with a colleague from the anti-fascist group Searchlight,
he was sat silently in his pants with a long lens trained on the pub entrance.
People were coming up trying to peer in to see if anyone was inside.
It was kind of one-way window so we could see out clearly, but they obviously couldn't see it.
But of course, in those sorts of situations, you never know whether it's going to work or not.
Nick held his breath as a man from a neo-Nazi group approached the blackout windows.
One of the people who had been involved with Combat 18 was peering in.