My friend and I once got lost in our way to a Rochdale restaurant. She was driving and pulled into a desolate looking housing estate to ask for directions. She drew up outside the house with English flags in every window, and every stereotype of the right wing parties mentioned having a boozy barbecue - shaven heads, dogs on string, bare chests, the lot - and instructed me to wind the window down and get directions from them. With her in her best sari I was gobsmacked, convinced we'd get abuse and directed the wrong way. The people were so helpful and friendly and we were soon on our (right!) way. When I told my friend about my misgivings, she gave me a right old dressing down about prejudging people. And how right she was.