Mulled Vine

I was stopped on the street by a nice looking young man who asked me if I could spare some change; the thing is he could barely speak English! Now I’m a fairly compassionate sort, but the first thing that occurred to me was this: why don’t you beg at home? I of course reported him to the authorities and watched with a warm glow as they hauled him off back to the immigration centre where he would be well looked after and hopefully sent home – gotta keep out the bleedin’ foreigners, right?

I hear these fellas go through quite a tough time trying to get into the country, many dying in the process, but what’s that to me? Do I complain that the neighbours have a Porsche and I don’t? No, of course not – that would be small minded.