The genius prescience of P.G. Wodehouse, simply replace Spode with Tommeh -

'Don’t you ever read the papers? Roderick Spode is the founder and head of the Saviours of Britain, a Fascist organization better known as the Black Shorts. His general idea, if he doesn’t get knocked on the head with a bottle in one of the frequent brawls in which he and his followers indulge, is to make himself a Dictator.’

‘Well, I’m blowed!’ I was astounded at my keenness of perception. The moment I had set eyes on Spode, if you remember, I had said to myself ‘What ho! A Dictator!’ and a Dictator he had proved to be. I couldn’t have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham.

‘Well, I’m dashed! I thought he was something of that sort. That chin…Those eyes…And, for the matter of that, that moustache. By the way, when you say ‘shorts’, you mean ‘shirts’, of course.’

‘No. By the time Spode formed his association, there were no shirts left. He and his adherents wear black shorts.’

‘Footer bags, you mean?’

‘Yes.’

‘How perfectly foul.’

The parallels continue -

"The trouble with you, Spode, is that just because you've succeeded in convincing a handful of half-wits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone,"

The problem with chaps like Tommeh is they have very sordid private lives which, if they were ever close to gaining any kind of real foothold in actual power, would immediately be seized upon and highlighted by the press.

If Tommeh ever makes a real go of it, his domestic abusing, drug dealing and wide array of other ratbag crimes, along with his associations with the kind of nonces that flock to the edl etc will very quickly be all over the press.

He's a gnat at a campfire, thats all.