I witnessed something yesterday afternoon which really upset me, but which I think ought to be noted. Lyn and I had popped down to Asda, just for a few bits and pieces. We were going along the side of the shop in our chairs about to go in, when we passed a man and his young son going the other way. What I overheard the man say to the lad really troubles me: they had obviously just passed one of the homeless people who sit outside the shop asking for money; the man explained to the kid that he had given to the beggar because he was English. When I heard that I was appalled. I started to say something, but Lyn wisely stopped me, not wanting any trouble. The implication had been that he wouldn’t have given the beggar any change had he been an immigrant, or perhaps black, as if his compassion extended only to his own ethnic group. How utterly heartless. And to hear that being told to a young child, as if the xenophobic scumbag was imparting some great piece of wisdom, is sickening. That halfwitted chav didn’t deserve a son. Above all though, I worry that this may be a frightening indication of where british culture is headed post 2016.