Every time I look across the gardens at my neighbour's St. George's flag - which is still flapping in the wind since the failure of England to win the World Cup - it enforces my belief that Britain needs more immigrants, not fewer.

My neighbour, whom I shall call Mr British Moron, (MBM for short) really lives up to his name. The England flag, which he hoisted to the top of his giant flag pole all those disappointing months ago, is now in tatters, just like its owner's ragged dreams that the disgraceful, debauched, lazy and incompetent group of overpaid 'stars' that is our national team, would win the coveted trophy which is the World Cup.

The World Cup will never grace an English cabinet again, thanks to the expertise, skill and dedication of the foreign teams who humiliated us so convincingly.

The England squad actually reminds me of MBM. MBM is a typical example of a 'homegrown' Englishman. He is fat. He is ignorant. He lives in a world dominated by his selfish, puerile, bigoted views. He thinks that England belongs to him. He is so wrong.

England belongs to anyone who decides to make it their home, whether they be white, brown, black or tartan. Immigrants are now the mainstay of this country. Their diverse cultures have enriched our once drab, grey, boring and secular society.

MBM represents all those who believe that jobs should be for the white people, even though MBM and his appalling peers wouldn't demean themselves for one day by pushing a broom or washing a car in order to earn an honest living.

If 'ousting' immigrants to this country - 'back to where they came from', as the BNP (British Nazi Party) likes to inform us on such a regular basis - is the way forward for Britain, what a calamity it would be for England and the United Kingdom.

There would be no nurses on the wards because the majority of youngsters today look down on nursing as a vocation because it doesn't pay well. Why work for pennies when you can lounge in a university common room and take handouts from the government whilst convincing yourself that you are one of the chosen, white, few?

In fact, never before in the history of this country have we owed so little to so many. It is to the few that we owe a debt of gratitude: the immigrants who have made this country their own and moved us out of the grey post-war years and into the 21st century.

The likes of MBM and his cronies, who take perverse pleasure in berating immigrants and their cultures, are the same who like nothing better than to nosh on a curry, kebab or Chinese takeaway, because they can't be bothered to get their lazy, idle bums into gear to make dinner for themselves and their offspring.

Mr British Moron has no real culture, and that is what galls him so much. If MBM feels that his British heritage is so threatened by immigrants, why doesn't he make a stand by dancing around a maypole - or in his case, the flag pole - and cook some toad-in-the hole once in a while? Why? Because he wouldn't even know how, that's why.

Instead, MBM places a flag pole in his garden and cheers for eleven men who are more interested in WAGs and prostitutes than winning a game of football for their country.

Recently, one of the many BNP cowards who like to scan my blog for anti-racist 'propaganda', suggested that Mohammad is now the most popular name for boys in this country. All I can say to this vile racist is that I would rather have ten Mohammads living in my street than one Connor, Taylor or Chardonnay.

I will go so far to say that until every family in Britain has a Mohammad, this country will forever languish in the evil shadow of the old British Empire.

So, enjoy your curry, spaghetti bolognese and/or kebab tonight, MBM, because before immigrants came to this country and brought with them their diverse, cultural richness, you would tonight be sitting down to a dinner of spam fritters and soggy chips fried in lard.

Just think about that when you have the ignorant temerity to condemn the immigrants who at last made Britain GREAT.