My father used to wear a (fake) fur hat, to keep his head warm. One winter's day we were in the East End of London, my father in his fur-effect hat. A local little old lady caught his eye in the street and beckoned him over. Being a lay reader, back at home, he was quite used to people coming up to him in the street and complimenting him on his sermons or passing on messages about the church fete, and I think he vaguely thought this was something similar. Anyway, he walked across to the beckoning East Ender and leaned over so that he could hear what she was saying, and what he heard was:

"Why don't you f*** off back to Russia!"

(This isn't strictly relevant, but then what is?)