No more Canary Wharf, no more expensive meals, no more gorgeous pretentious PAs.

Welcome to Chavland, capital Gangland, favorite music: rap. Population: pensioners, the disabled, single mums, boyz from the hood and chavs. Lots of them.

So. I was hurrying to my train stop, I could hear this group of charming teenagers shouting mouthfuls of profanity, unfortunately there was no way around them to get to the train station.

There were 6 of them, 3 boys, 3 girls, and once I have passed the group one of the boys screamed something that included the dreaded "Paki" epithet.

It would have not helped to explain that Islamabad is not the capital of Mexico, and frankly I didn't feel like being knifed. So I carried on and then the 3 girls, on their way home, continued the abuse. That is how sure they are of their impunity.

Then I remembered I had my camera, I stopped, turned around and began to walk resolutely towards them while making for my camera in my belt.

Needless to say they ran faster than the times it takes to say 50cents.

After this incident and the general anti immigrant feeling in this country, sometimes I question wtf I am still doing here.

I feel so much rage and anger. No wonder some people are turned completely against anything that this country says it represents. Subjected to this kind of abuse regularly, anybody would go mad.

As you can imagine I am not looking forward to going to work today. Will they be waiting there, perhaps with some of their "mates"? Are the completely innocent or not? (in the sense of racial abuse being a mild diversion, some thing they just do once in a while to have great fun).

Don't know. The only think I know is that nobody should be subjected to this nonsense.