Now, I've lived in Keighley all me life, me old mum was born here, I know her parents were from round here, not sure about me dad cos I never met him, he fucked off when me mum got pregnant and all she knows about him is his name was Keith and he was a scaffolder from somewhere round Birmingham.
Now, when I was a kid this town weren't too bad, you know, it was like most places back in the 70's and 80's, normal, a few Pakistani families but not too many and they were pretty friendly, one family owned the shop on the corner, they used to tick me old mum when she ran short of cash, but she always paid up and they were always nice to me.
I remember we used to play football in the street, in the summer we'd take our bikes and go fishing, I even remember my first girlfriend, Trudy her name was, lovely girl, but you know dirty hehe.
It's all changed now, the Muslims have taken over, kids don't play out anymore, you see the odd gang, hoods up, drinking from a bottle of cider and shouting and breaking windows, of course the Pakistanis are out in force, they run this town, they own the council, they own all the local businesses, half the police are Muslims, and all the criminal gangs, the big boys I mean, they're all Muslims too.
I see young girls, white girls all the time, very young, some can't be older than 10, all dolled up and made up hanging around in pairs or maybe 3 of them, playing on their expensive mobile phones and waiting, waiting for a Muslim Taxi to come along and whip em off to god knows where.
I like to keep me eyes open and me mouth shut if you know what I mean, I gotta live round here and you can't fuck about with the Ahmeds, you upset one you have thousands on yer back, and they don't mind putting nosey white geezers in the ground if you follow my meaning.
I'm gonna tell you one story, it's one of many I could relay to you, but this one I find particularly upsetting and I just want to put it out there, who knows maybe it'll wake some people up...