Old PC Plod is on his beat, patrolling up and down the village street. He looks at the sparrows in the trees and sees some bees. Then he looks down the other street and sees a black person. "Ello, ello, ello, you a forking blackie then?" he asked the black. "Yes," the man replied, "what's wrong with that? I thought Britain was a liberal, democratic state and that there was no room for racism in modern times."
PC Plod thought about it for a second and then lynched him by a lamppost.