‘Who?’ ‘Them,’ she added, no more helpfully. ‘Vegans?’ ‘No, not vegans,’ she said, eyes opening wide, ‘worse than that.’ ‘Foreigners?’ I asked, catching sight of that morning’s copy of The Actual Truth, whose leader column’s outrage du jour was that unwashed foreign beggars were taking much-needed panhandling jobs from their hard-working British counterparts. ‘Worse.’ ‘Vegan foreigners who are also . . . socialist?’ ‘No,’ she said, lowering her voice, ‘rabbits!’
