God, no. I'd probably silently judge your golliwog collection and visibly wince at your print of that tennis player scratching her arse. Might be for the best just not to invite me. I'm a mite that never goes out anyway.
btw, you'd never guess the colour of the guy who owns this place...
I'm probably missing summat obvious, but how is an Indian takeaway celebrating one of England's most outspoken white supremacists a win?