WHEN CULTURES CLASH
Walking through the centre of town last week, I passed a group of young, fairly working-class football supporters. They were all blokes, they'd clearly been drinking, and some of them were singing "Let's go fucking mental, da daaa da da". (Football supporters of the "Ing-er-land" variety.) Eventually, the footy boys caught up with a group of young Muslim women who wore the full burquah (sp?). The women were with their customary very small children. When the football fans had passed and were sufficiently ahead (a few feet) they started to sing "Ge-et your fa-ace out for the lads".
Ouch. It was quite witty, really. But to those who say "If you wish England to be your real homeland you should adapt" (ie by not wearing the pillarbox-style burquah), it would be undesirable, clearly, for every settler to adopt this particular brand of Englishness, wholly authentic and English through-and-through as it was.
Walking through the centre of town last week, I passed a group of young, fairly working-class football supporters. They were all blokes, they'd clearly been drinking, and some of them were singing "Let's go fucking mental, da daaa da da". (Football supporters of the "Ing-er-land" variety.) Eventually, the footy boys caught up with a group of young Muslim women who wore the full burquah (sp?). The women were with their customary very small children. When the football fans had passed and were sufficiently ahead (a few feet) they started to sing "Ge-et your fa-ace out for the lads".
Ouch. It was quite witty, really. But to those who say "If you wish England to be your real homeland you should adapt" (ie by not wearing the pillarbox-style burquah), it would be undesirable, clearly, for every settler to adopt this particular brand of Englishness, wholly authentic and English through-and-through as it was.
