"And as for The Imagined Village, I'd genuinely rather imagine a proper English pub, in a proper English village, with proper English music...a clog-dancer by my side, a glass of mead in hand, and a stottie stuffed with chips and red-sauce on the table...and, out of the window, snow falling on swans as they glide gently by a river-licking weeping-willow..."

and everyone is white....

You live in a fantasy world, a world,of stereotypes.., sunshine, get a grip!

Charlotte R