By Roger Cornish
Jack was fuming.
He’d simply had enough.
He said:
“They come over here.
They come over here.”
“Who comes over here, Jack?”
“Thems boat people,
thems boat people…”
“What is it about them, Jack,
that bothers you so much?”
“The dentist.
They get free dentists.”
“But you’ve got no teeth, Jack…”
“That’s not the point.”
“They’re taking our benefits.
Taking them…”
“Jack, you’ve never worked in your life.
You’ve got more PIPs than a pomegranate.”
“Housing.
They’re taking all the Council houses.”
“Jack, ya mum bought the house you live in
for three grand,
reducing the housing stock…”
“Well I like Nigel.
He’s a man of the people.”
“Jack, he’s a multi-millionaire.”
“Well he’s gonna send them refugees back…”
“And if he don’t I’m going
to live we’ our Dave in
Benidorm.
It’s full of
British now.
Hardly any of them there
bloody Spaniards…”
