I've avoided this dreadful thread so far because sedayne and Phil Edwards and Ruth Archer have done such a good job of sucking the thoughts from my head and presenting them to the world.

However:

I don't want to live
in
postwar
       austerity
                Britain
I don't want recieved pro-nun-ci-a-ti-on
       on black and
                                           WHITE
TV and bastard Enoch in the late
1960s
with his "rivers of
                      blood"
(giving sainted Wolverhampton
                              "A BAD NAME")

No.

Give me e-ceilidhs
       Brummie baltis
       Good Polish beers (and better Polish plumbers)
       Bhangra beats and Bollywood chic
       Jerk chicken and dumplings
       Bagels
       Pizza (stoned baked)
       Even the Imagined Village (for the concept if not the execution)
       English cricket captains with subcontinental names
       Even Aussies...

NONE OF THIS
Ruins my Melton Mowbray Pork Pie
Or Shirley Collins albums
Or Wychwood Hobgolblin
Or, By God, Mrs Kirkham's Tasty Lancashire

Its all part of
               My
                beautiful
                         chaotic
                                 multiculti
                                           England
                                                
So wind yer neck in, WAV!