The glittering British Curry Awards in Battersea Park on Wednesday spoke a million words against any thought that the British National Party will make a major inroads into modern life here.  Two thousand in black tie and national dress applauded the best curry restaurants from all over Britain — an attractive, sexy, fun-loving crowd — whose families had changed the face of high-street Britain in what we eat and what we buy and when.  Compare that to the hate and smoke-filled pub corners from which the BNP plot the future of an all-white Britain and you can quickly see how they haven’t got a hope of getting anywhere.  I asked one restaurant owner what he would do if the BNP arrived at the awards ceremony. “We would give them a glass of champagne and let them taste our succulent curries,” he said. And if he had turned up at a BNP meeting.  “Oh my God,” he said, throwing his head back, half in shock and half  in laughter. “Call the ambulance. They would blow us up.”