I was travelling out to a school last week in Essex, East of London. My train had been delayed and I jumped in a taxi to get me there on time. The driver was a white man in his sixties, wearing a West Ham football shirt. In the course of conversation, and in-between some choice words on other drivers, he asked me where I was from and what brought me out to Billericay. I will admit to a moment of hesitation. I was already stressed by the delays, …
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