‘Multi-cultural Britain’ started in the 1950s when immigration started from the West Indies. Because many West Indians lived in British colonies and were entitled to come here and live and work. Which they did. Encouraged to do so by shortages in many work sectors, they brought their music, their food and their fabulously laid-back attitude with them which, despite the inevitable racism that would have greeted their arrival, enriched our country. We now had reggae. This was followed in the 60s and 70s by massive immigration from India and Pakistan. Again, decent, hard-working people bringing something new, something desirable to our country (in this case: curry, which has changed all our lives for the better) and introducing us to yet another rich and fascinating set of new cultures.

As Churchill said: think not what your country can do for you, think what you can do for your country. Bloody Tory.
Somewhere along the line it all went pear-shaped and tits-up. Because people entering Britain were coming to a welfare state. In which they would all be housed, educated, fed and given free medical care and free BBC. And a penny dropped. Ahhhhh, they thought, or whatever the Albanian/Thai/Bangla Deshi/Scottish is for ‘ahhhhh’; we can go to England, do nothing and be provided for. Why stay in Albania/Bangla… etc, and earn nothing for doing nothing when we can go to England and live like kings and queens doing absolutely nothing. Look at their queen; she does it. 3 palaces, 400 servants, kept by the state.

And if this is sounding a touch ‘ukip’, a soupcon ‘Farage’ then I can only hold my hands up and say: ‘mea cupla; I’m a fascist bastard’.

And what turned me was reading last night’s paper. A proper paper, the Evening Standard, which is a London paper. No-one else is worthy. And in it was yet another article about the horrible homeless people situation in Park Lane. Which, according to the Monopoly board, is the most expensive road in Britain. And there is a recurring problem with Romanian homeless living in cardboard boxes in and around that part of Hyde Park. And they’re threatening, or they’re begging, they’re pick-pockets, petty thieves and they smell bad. Business suffers in the area and they use the underground walkways as their toilet. Eeeeeuuuuuwww.

And when approached by the police (who move them about every other week) they cried out yesterday: ‘we are EU citizens; give us homes and we won’t be here’.

Tragically the best advert for UKIP you could ever create.

Though I would never, ever vote UKIP.
“Give us homes”. Like they grow on trees. Or near trees. Like we have room for every European destitute to come here just because they want a better quality of social benefits.

The jews had arrived here in numbers from the early 1900s. Before there was a welfare state. And instead of culture, they brought herring. And they blended right in so you could barely tell them apart.

Happy not-voting-for-ukip Thursdasy

A xxxx