If one wants to know how fast immigration can change a society, then look no further than my family. First, a disclaimer: my father was, and remains, a successful businessman and so we had what could be colloquially referred to as “the few bob”. Culturally, however, we were still the standard bacon and cabaiste one-generation-from-the-soil middle-class Dublin family. We didn’t know what the ads for Tetra Delta on the radio were for, but we did know that immature fluke was a bad thing. We knew that Lucozade was partially medicinal because it came in orange Cellophane, and that the tearing sound of the sticky tape being pulled off a tin of USA biscuits declared a significant social event, possibly involving a Monsignor and that most…

Source: The Times December 11, 2017 00:02 UTC