SURBITON, Surrey, England, A wealthy gent from Pakistan has had the temerity to invade this sanctuary of the stock broker community, by using a proxy to purchase a rather posh residence, Mr Iqbal Mustavafag his wife and brood of nine children are now the neighbours of Colonel Richard E and Mrs Agrippina, Firkinhead, distant relo's of a former right wing MP for Smethwick in Birmingham. Mr (Send the sods back) Enoch Powel.
To stir the can or put the cat among the pigeons so to speak the Mustavafags called on the Colonel and the Colonel told them to "Shove off" because he explained he was more superior in the order of things than a Pakistani . When asked why, the Colonel explained , although our houses are identical my gardens are better and I own a brand new Daimler Car also we employ a chauffeur a cook and housekeeper and I have 5 million pounds in the bank. "Thank you for the Info stated the Pakistani I'll be back later"," don't hurry said the Colonel"
A few days had passed when the Pakistani gent called on the Colonel again with a liveried chauffeur and a brand new Rolls Royce limo, followed by two gardeners and four house staff.
The Pakistani gent then explained to the Colonel. "Even though I have ten million pounds in the bank and my assets are superior to yours, It is not the only reason I am now better than you Colonel, and the simple reason is that,"
"Unlike you Colonel, I don't have a Pakistani living next door to me.
Vest, Daily Gaggle.
CARLINGFORD , Sydney NSW Australia. late 1980's. True story.
While my workers were involved in detailing adjacent houses prior to sale belonging to a family in one house and the grand parents in the other , I was introduced by the owner to the prospective buyer of the family home who made it clear he was above listening to what I had to say, It turned out this guy in the engineering business had a false brummy toffee nosed accent and did little else but complain why he left Birmingham in the U/K , Indians, Pakistanis and West Indies people bearing the brunt of his attacks.
The whinger from Birmingham bought the house.
It was some time later when doing a Quote in the area I happened to notice a bloke wearing a turban mowing the lawn in the adjacent house next to the whinger, who I spoke to; to confirm he was the owner. I then called on the whinger who scowled at me and slammed the door when I explained having Mr Singh next door was like the good old times back in Birmingham. Couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke.