He sends his love.
I spent an evening this week with a man.
An immigrant here for 16 years.
His father fought in the British Army.
He has served in the Armed Forces.
He has never had a birth certificate.
He has never had a passport.
He has no money.
He has no work.
He sends his love.
I gave him Wilson Christmas presents.
He bought me Costa coffee weekly for six years when he was working.
He wanted to give me his only £10 towards the curry.
I fought and won.
It nearly killed him to see me pay.
After sixteen years here he has at last got through the paper work and can apply for a passport.
But it costs £75 which he hasn't got.
He sends his love.
Jesus was an immigrant.
He sends his love.
