I went into London yesterday, and disembarked as usual at Waterloo; amongst the crowd I followed across the platform was a woman – perhaps late 20s/early 30s, wearing bovver-boots, jeans rolled-up to a romper stomper mid-calf, jacket, and an overly-severe dyed-black bob.
Over her shoulder was a small plastic rucksack upon the flap of which was written in a bold marker pen, in inch-high letters: “fuck tony blair. fuck his police.” (caps removed for de-emphasis) – so that it was a sign that would be easily read, and in the face of anyone standing behind.
I thought: “My, this takes me back. I’ve not really seen such a thing much since Thatcher in the ’80s, and all the wannabee student radicals wanted Labour back in power. I wonder if that’d ever make them happy, if a Labour government were elected…”
…and then I stopped, and reviewed what I’d just thought.
My, Mr Blair is in for trouble. Unless he gives-way to John Major Gordon Brown pretty damn soon, it’ll be rioting, next.
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