Once, I even feared for my life at the hands of football racists. I have also seen the UK reinvent itself as a much more caring, welcoming place.
My initial surprise was to discover that, on their little island, the British did not live as they had done in India during the Raj.
The only people I saw wearing dinner jackets were waiters in Indian restaurants. Not that this made Indian food acceptable.
That opinion was reinforced a few months later by a white woman in my crummy Paddington hotel, who said to me: I must tell you, we can't stand your food. It's the smell.
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