So I am enjoying an economy lunch of egg and chips in my local Morrisons. At the next table behind me are a small group of England's finest. Probably my own age but looking considerably older - bald or shaved heads, really shit tribal ink, and football shirts or Hackett polos featuring big St George's crosses - all straining against their beer guts.
In the short time it takes me to demolish my double egg and chips I hear wafting over from their corner offensive conversational snippets of casual racism: 'Lazy coons' ...'theiving Eastern Europeans' ... and 'fucking Muslims' ... All this in London N22 where the fact that the chances are they will be surrounded by the very groups they are abusing doesn't seem to bother them. Just as I am weighing up whether I should get involved - all three are big old lumps but they don't look in the best of condition - they get up and walk out.
On the back of one's Arsenal shirt is a number and a player's name - and I don't know whether to laugh or cry - the name is Adebayor.