So, a bloke in a hat walks into a pub. It's a black hat, and he doesn't shave - you can see where this is headed, can't you? Yes, your favourite under-cover gentile has once again been subjected to anti-Jewish racism.
An Irish pub, in Willesden (I'll not name it, due to the helpful response of the majority of patrons).
I walked to the bar, and this drunk old Irish feller shouts at me (he was a shouting drunk, I dunno, maybe alcohol turns up the volume). Anyway, he asked where I was from, and I replied Teesside, he looks blank for a second and then barks Are you one of them cunts who blew up me life?.
I was taken aback, I didn't know, maybe I was one of those cunts who'd blown up his life. Was it anti-British? Was he being anti-IRA, had he literally experienced an explosion. Maybe there is a secret league of life exploders who I give regular subsriptions to. Then, though, he indicated he thought I was Jewish. The penny dropped, and I attempted, in a friendly way, to defuse him.
At this point other regulars began to ask him to leave me alone He's entitled to a drink one said. I grabbed my drink, smiling pleasantly, and found a seat.
I drink there reasonably often, a swift half or so on the way to me mates' home. Previously, I've been taken for a Mayo man (aparrently on account of my Red/Green scarf), and subjected to drunked ramblings passim.
Still, nevertheless, it was an encounter with the old school of anti-semitism, and the third incident I've reported on this blog since it's foundation. Draw whatever conclusions you will.