"I came here as a Pommy bastard in 1968. My mother is Greek Orthodox. Some of my family is originally from Syria. They had to move out and were refugees in Egypt. Now I prefer Australian culture. That's why I'm here."
He motions across the road, sneering, at his rowdy anti-fascist enemies. "If they really want their culture, they should go back home."
I'm confused. He's making out like a rainbow coalition of ethnics are gathered across the street. But besides one Islander and one Eurasian, all I've seen are white people.
"But what's their culture?" I ask. "They look like white Australians to me."
"Yes, but they want multiculture."
"But aren't you a product of multiculturalism?" I ask the Greek Orthodox British immigrant.
"No. God no."
"But you were born in England ..."
"Of course."
"To a Greek mother ..."
He looks at me coyly.
"I had an Egyptian mother ... just Greek Orthodox religion," he says.