I grew up in a terraced house in Foleshill in Coventry. We were one of two white families in the street - the remainder were all mainly first generation Indian, Pakistani and Bangladeshi. About two months after we moved in my father was diagnosed with a life threatening illness at three in the morning and and rushed into hospital where he remained for the next three weeks. My mother was a full-time housewife, I was seven and my sister was five. The day after literally every family on the street came over to our house with offers of help and support. The only exception to this was the other white family. Interestingly, we later learned that the head of that particular household had run as a National Front councillor in the last local elections! So really this whole thing about far right parties looking after their own is bollocks, eh?

Josh, "I do not want to live here anymore." My sincere advice is that you fuck off somewhere else as speedily as possible and stay there.