Step Dad: You wouldn't like Luton today. What do you think of it?
Son: Thinks he knows what's coming,tries to divert conversation: I wouldn't know, I only travelled through.
Step Dad (looking hot): Its all bloody WOGS.
Mum, quietly: Love, you can't ...Love...
Step Dad, warming to his subject: No, I speak my mind: WOGS. We had one at the door the other day. Terrorists! (which is his new word for them)
Mum to Son, desperate: If you invite them in do you think they take their shoes off, or is that only in one of them Muslim houses?
Step Dad: Terrorists you mean....