A year after that I was in London and some community-officer types walked up to me and said I looked suspicious. My patience with Nu-Lab fascist-fuckery being exhausted, I said "then you better call the police then, hadn't you?". They said "You look foreign." I replied "Oh, really, that's fascinating. Shall I call the Police to prove I'm British, or do you lack sufficient powers to do anything else than leech from the public purse?" Then I showed them the finger and told them to f*ck off back down the shithole they'd crawled out of.
f*cking UK, shat on by the Politburo, shovelled up by mediocrity, living on its knees and nothing to show for it but a weekly Simon Cowell bukkake.
