Many years ago
around the late 80's my parents decided to quit the big smoke (London) and move to a little village on the boarder of wales in Herefordshire.
Being I sort of grew up in a multicultural city where people of all different colours and races live then to move to a village where having a different accent meant you were a novelty was a strange thing. It was one of those villages where you aunts grans sister brother was your mother and dad combined - no joke literally everyone in the village was related, and white. I got called a paki at school and I'm sort olivey white...(see what I mean)..
Anyway....my sister and I got roped in to the village panto, it was a combination of different stories all thrown together. However the villain of the panto was possibly given to the biggest biggot of the village...the night of the panto he came on stage blacked up, a hump on his back and speaking in a German accent while attempting to goose step across the stage whilst pretending to be gay.... oh how the night of the panto the villagers laughed.
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