Wow...what a load of self-regarding, posturing old bollocks.

Just to be clear: nothing gets "thrown at you in the name of Folk Against Fascism" (note spelling). I, as an individual, representing no cause or voice but my own, have debated certain points with you and demonstrated that your arguments are factually incorrect and intellectually bereft. At which point you started throwing tantrums. So, all is as normal in Lisa 'Liz' World.

Lisa 'Liz' said: "Joan took umbridge at me for saying that I recalled cricket matches being played on village greens, whilst the church bells rang out in the background"

What I actually said, after a long, misty-eyed bout of whimsy about spitfires and cricket and church bells and village greens, was (and this was a thought that has since been echoed by many of your countrymen) the England you were trying to conjure up was a sentimental image that ony existed on biscuit tins and Hovis adverts, and it did not take into account the real, multicultural society that we live in. You responded (and this is the important bit) that I would have to have "England running through every part of me" to be able truly understand your vision. The implication being that, as I was not born here, I could never properly understand or appreciate England in the way that you could.

It was THIS statement that I told you was racist. It implies that people who were not born in England don't have a right to its heritage in the same way that people "with England running through every part of them" do. Would that be a matter of birth or of blood, by the way? It says that only native-born English people can understand and appreciate England properly.

You have since twisted this into the statement "I was told that to love the sight of cricket being played on village greens was to dream of an English idyll that no longer exists and therefore, it showed that I was racist."

Which was not what was ever said to you. And moreover, I think you know that. Aren't you bored of these arguments by now? Picking over statements that were made several years ago, pulling them out of context, and still trying to use them in sad little games of point-scoring? Because god knows I am.