It was little things that made me fall in love with Britain. You didn’t have to count your change in shops. You almost never saw private security guards. You could drink from the tap. You could flick a switch and the light would actually come on.
You could get into a taxi, confident, not only that you wouldn’t be mugged, but that you’d be driven by the shortest route and charged the correct fare. If you stopped at a red light, you would not have every car behind you hooting in fury. You could send valuables by post.
Arriving as a seven-year-old from Peru, I felt a glow of wonder at these things that, even now, has not entirely left me. I thought then, and I still think, that people who have grown up in this country are unconscionably blasé about what made it special.
☪️ Shakeel Afsar, founder of the Islamic Independent Candidates Alliance openly declaring that they "are here to takeover".
When fifth columnists tell you who are they are, believe them! pic.twitter.com/F7wiUeIusR
— Jonathan Wong (@WGthink) June 15, 2025
The beautiful London that we knew and visited many times in past no longer exists. True apocalypse. pic.twitter.com/L0bQeA9mwU
— RadioGenoa (@RadioGenoa) June 12, 2025
