Some people are obviously tired of life.
Dec. 21st, 2006 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zotzThere's a rather interesting article in today's Grauniad.
Annabel volunteers the opinion that Asian immigrants are a "bloody bore" while black people are "ghastly". "I'm a racist," she declares proudly. "We've got to keep little UK basically Anglo-Saxon."
She pauses, and asks whether I agree. "Well madam," I reply, "I am the central London organiser of the British National party ..." .
And also, as it happens, an undercover Guardian journalist. I'll be interested to see the BNP's comments on this.
Last night I was helping Alison pick up stuff for the solstice bash and we nearly got mown down by a high-speed reverser in the car park. This was the sort of reversing I'd do to get a hundred yards back to a passing place, not right outside a supermarket's front door. The driver mouthed "sorry" and sped off. I guess she didn't see us and didn't realise that we'd had to get out of her way.
Still, I got a New Statesman out of it - with an article by Clive Stafford Smith and a story by Ursula le Guin (thanks to whoever pointed that one out), so the risk was probably justified.
Annabel volunteers the opinion that Asian immigrants are a "bloody bore" while black people are "ghastly". "I'm a racist," she declares proudly. "We've got to keep little UK basically Anglo-Saxon."
She pauses, and asks whether I agree. "Well madam," I reply, "I am the central London organiser of the British National party ..." .
And also, as it happens, an undercover Guardian journalist. I'll be interested to see the BNP's comments on this.
Last night I was helping Alison pick up stuff for the solstice bash and we nearly got mown down by a high-speed reverser in the car park. This was the sort of reversing I'd do to get a hundred yards back to a passing place, not right outside a supermarket's front door. The driver mouthed "sorry" and sped off. I guess she didn't see us and didn't realise that we'd had to get out of her way.
Still, I got a New Statesman out of it - with an article by Clive Stafford Smith and a story by Ursula le Guin (thanks to whoever pointed that one out), so the risk was probably justified.
