So this guy walked into the bar I was running a while back…
“You know what the problem with the world is today, right?”
And he proceeds to tell me how we should hang everyone who commits a crime in this country. Then, to follow on his second pint, he tells me that the real problem is these foreign workers taking our jobs.
“What,” I said, “You mean, under the new EU, you can go anywhere you like and take any job in Europe for the wage advertised and get paid for it?”
“Fuck off, man, it’s these Polish fuckers who’ll work for cheaper than the English people who keep stealing the jobs. It’s not right. Fucking EU, what did they ever do for us?”
He says, warming to his topic, “I tell you, it goes way back. Like, Oliver Cromwell, what did he do? Parliament, yeah, what did those fuckers ever do for us?”
“Produce a set of laws to live by, regardless of the wishes of an unelected elite who retained full power for the last 1500 years?”
“Exactly,” he says, frowning in confusion. “Waste of time. Fuck the Royals, anyway, what did they ever do for us?”
“So, my grandfather fought in the war, right?” he continued, “And these fuckers come here and take our fucking jobs, it’s just not right. He fought to stop those fuckers saying who could come here and all that, and now they’re here.”
“Like them Polish pilots who saved our arse in the Battle of Britain? Fighting alongside us against the fascists?”
"Oh fuck off, " he said, reaching for his third pint, “You just don’t get it.” He scowled at me, “They fought for freedom, you daft bastard.”
“Yes,” I replied, " “So they could go anywhere and work anywhere and no-one could say otherwise.”
“Yeah…No… What?.. Hang on a minute… Nah, this country’s gone to shit, right, what’s this Government ever done for us? It’s all these foreigners, see? Like, what takeaways you got down your street? How many proper British Fish and Chips?”
“None,” I had to admit.
“Right, " he said, secure in his fascist hotseat, “It’s all kebabs and pizza, innit?”
“A few, yeah…” I said, sensing a way out…
“Yeah, see, Pizza, where’s that come from, eh?”
“Rome,” I replied.
" Right, Rome, and what have the Romans ever done for… Oh, you bastard…”
And he left the pub, and I haven’t seen him since. True story.