There's a subtle suggestion here or there that Homer might have been cheated of certain opportunities («I'd always wanted to be an engineer...») or that an underlying racial ignorance pervades the slums of London («What, you think he bleeds ink?»).
Rather than sullying her moment here with my usual inappropriate jabbering, I'll just cut straight to the interview, tempering my usual shameless self - promotion with a subtlesuggestion that you buy all my books or clowns will hunt you down.