Over the weekend it surfaced that I may well be a racist. This is because I do have a person that cleans my house and that person is an immigrant. They aren’t an imaginary Indian boy they’re a lovely Phillippino lady. I don’t clap my hands to summon her and, or thrash her. I never even see her, she comes to my house when I’m at work and does the Hoovering. (My spell checker wants to put that word as hovering. That would be an odd thing to pay someone to do in your house while you were at work, ‘levitating cleaner for hire. Put an end to dirty shoe marks on your clean floor!’). We always clean up before she arrives and I suspect she doesn’t have enough to do because if we ever slip up and leave something messy she’s on it like . . . some kind of cleaner. In my defence yesterday I went to the Rise festival in Finsbury Park, which is organised by the Mayor of London and has an anti racism message (Freudian slip, I initially typed that as anti immigration before I realised.) So enamoured with the message was I, that I carried on partying to the very early hours of this morning and got very drunk. In fact I’m still drunk (I’m at work). Jimmy Cliff played and he ended the festival with the Boney M song Rivers of Babylon; of course if he were more of a wit he would have changed the words to rivers of blood, which of course he didn’t because he isn’t Oswald Mosely, or a racist, but am I? Only one way to find out – WEB POLL!
SeasideMan
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I guess someone said you must be racist for having an immigrant cleaner. That's a pretty dumb thing for someone to have said.
Tom.