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Two mums, both mothers of mixed-race children stand, at the school gates, arms crossed indignantly.

MUM 1: So she says I can’t call ’em that no more…

MUM 2: No!

MUM 1: I says, wot? She says Indian. Well, wot am I supposed to call ’em? She says cahncil says you gotta call ’em…

MUM 2: Bengali British. Yeah, I know!

MUM 1: Well! I mean, I remember when they wuz jus’ black!

MUM 2: Yeah. Then it were Black British!

MUM 1: After that it wuz mixed-race…

MUM 2: Yeah.

MUM 1: I mean why’s it any of their fackin’ business anyway?

MUM 2: Wrinkles her nose and shakes her head.

MUM 1: I mean, you ain’t bovvered, is ya?

MUM 2: Nah.

MUM 1: Well then!