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A son is guiding his northern father around on his first trip to London.

FATHER: Tha’ know, son, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many Pakis in one place before.

SON: Dad! You can’t go around calling people Pakis.

FATHER: Well, what am I supposed to call ’em then?

SON: You don’t have to call them anything! This is London, there’s loads of people from all over, and you wouldn’t know most of them were foreign till they opened their mouths.

FATHER: That may be so, but you can spot Pakis, can’t you?

SON: Dad!

FATHER: I were just making an observation! It’s right multicultural, innit?

SON: The least you can do is say there’s lots of people from Pakistan or something.

FATHER: All right. All right.

A few minutes later, they’re in a queue for tickets at the tube station when the father nudges his son.

FATHER: There you go, son. I think that person from Pakistan is ready to serve you now.