Currying Flavour

Reacting to the 'crisis' in our curry houses Eric Pickles, the fat owl of Greyfriars and our favourite comedy bloater has proposed Curry College. (Go on, read it.)

I love how the Guardian has to pretend it is utterly colour-blind when it says that the college "[would] train British people from all backgrounds to become chefs specialising in Indian food..."  The term "all backgrounds" of course means Bradford, Birmingham and Tower Hamlets.

I'm just a tad sceptical:

This idea is part of the government's integration strategy which apparently sees a shift in emphasis away from promoting  local community cohesion and instead moves towards greater integration - whatever that actually means. According to the Guardian article "...it follows David Cameron's Munich speech earlier this year when he criticised "state multiculturalism" and argued that the UK needed a stronger national identity."

We already have a national identity. Bland. Boring, uniform, humdrum, soporific monotone. We mostly prefer it like that; it's what put the 'Great' into Britain. But just now and again we crave a bit more colour and on those occasions some of us go out for a curry.

Were the nations's curry houses to employ insipid, callow youths of an Anglo Saxon persuasion, then goodness, gracious me, we might as well all be Going Out for An English.