Take a Large Hoe and a Shovel Also

When it comes to mental health in Britain, it's very much OK not to be OK, especially if you happen to be a refugee awaiting transportation. At least one wog warehouse has become infected with what the sainted Thatcher memorably denounced as moaning minnies who whinge and whine. Beneficiaries of the kind of interrogation techniques which British Intelligence doesn't mind observing have been given notice that they will be transported to Rwanda; and from long experience of being good with coloureds Her Majesty's Government has anticipated the consequent ingratitude. Like the more expendable classes among the master race, the lesser breeds have been issued with halpful advice on the more inexpensive methods for feeling better; but it remains as yet unclear how many upper lips will be stiffened as a result.