Stewart Lee always hits the nail (here, the xenophobes) on the head. Discussing the perils of moving to the countryside, he observes:

In London, if your pub becomes a BNP pub you can easily go to another one. But in a village where there is only one pub you have to make the best of it and try and join in the conversation.

“Evening.”

“Oh, hello. Er… Hated any new races lately?”

“Yes, Polynesians, actually. And blacks as usual, obviously. Yourself?”

“Oh, you know, just the Jews mainly. You know me.”

Creative writing footnote: the “Yourself?” is finely observed, astutely capturing the chummy Faragesque language.