Anti-Semitism in Britain has come to the foreground in recent days and I’m sure we all agree it has no place in today’s society.

But, here in Wales, I’ve noticed another kind of intolerance, bordering on pure hate.

I recently read a letter in a Welsh newspaper – not this one, I hasten to add – written by a buffoon suffering from raging indignation of the pen.

The target of his bilious outpourings?

The English!

He blamed the problems we face in Wales, such as the economy, overcrowded schools and doctors’ waiting rooms – possibly even the appalling Spring weather – not just on the English Parliament, but the English who move here to work, conveniently forgetting that they pay taxes and help the economy by shopping and eating-out locally.

And that ‘migration’ between England and Wales is a two-way street.

I recognised him as a dimwit when he referred to English people who move to Wales as ‘incomers’ – an archaic, pejorative word I’ve always loathed.

It’s worrying that a Welsh person could harbour such a medieval attitude against the English in 2016.

Is the cave he lives in detached or semi-detached from reality?

Presumably, he won’t watch TV in case an English actor suddenly appears to affront his sensibilities and won’t buy a newspaper that might contain words written by an English person.

He seemed oblivious that many different nationalities live in Wales, including English people and those whose parents came from England in decades past.

Conversely, when Welsh people move to England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and further afield to achieve their ambitions I doubt that they’re referred to by the disdainful term ‘incomer’.

I’ve never been called that on the many occasions I’ve work outside Wales and I don’t consider my English colleagues and friends who’ve moved here as ‘incomers’.

We don’t define ourselves by our nationality.

We’re all just people!

I’m sure the bitter and twisted letter-writer isn’t the only person in Wales who yearns for the good old day’s when only Welsh people inhabited our villages, strangers were shunned and we all married our cousins.

However, the fact is, if you constantly keep looking back at the past you’ll end up banging your head on the doorway to the future – something the splenetic writer’s clearly done.

Several times.

Either that or he’s on heavy medication.

Can I suggest that from now on, we consign the word ‘incomer’ to history and replace it with ‘welcomer’?