A Very English Explanation

I'm sitting in Howie's flat in Stoke Newington, having a beer at the end of the night. The television is on, but neither of us is watching it closely. But a scene catches my eye: It is the floor of a parliament, and some South Asians, evidently members of the body, are having an actual physical fight on the floor, with wrestling going on and punches being thrown.

"Wow, what do you think that is about?" I ask.

Howie studies the melee for a moment, and then shrugs and replies, "Foreigners."


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