Well it was a very fine evening indeed. We had a friend of ours, and his 15 year old son round to dinner (Venison, yum yum). Good music was played and because the lad is becoming a man, his father and I did our best to disabuse him of all the bullshit the educational system is trying to pump into him.
He believes, for instance, that secondary smoke kills at a hundred yards, that pot sends you mental, Alcohol is the brew of Satan, and that AGW is a solid fact. This is what they teach in schools today you see.
So how come your dad and I are still alive then? we asked, while firing up smokes and supping fine wine, whilst the sprog was hanging out of the window mock coughing. We told him to think for himself and trust no-one without double checking their facts, least of all the Gubberment! I believe he is getting the message. When he gets a girlfriend, then he will know what it is to be human beyond the theory!
Yes a most satisfactory evening. They left around 12.
Then, just like last week the Avon & Somerset Helicopter turned up. Funnily enough, we had planned to have a meal in a little Bistro in Stokes Croft, but I thought better to stay in, as things might not be as “back to normal” as one would hope. How right I was.
This fuckwit organised a “Peaceful” protest against the Tesco Express, which he then cancelled when he thought (jee people like this THINK!) it might get out of hand. What with fine weather, the weekend coming up and the Royal Wedding hysterical spectacular to kick against? No shit Sherlock!
Well this time I went to see for myself. It’s just a five minute walk down the hill, across Montpelier station, down to Picton street and up to, well the junction with Cheltenham road where that hell of capitalism and slavery, the new Tesco store is (Boarded up at the moment).
I get to the top end of Picton street and Plod in Riot Gear have it sealed off. I have a chat with various members of the crowd, who seem more amused than threatened, most have cans in their hands. I take a few pics (sorry haven’t downloaded them yet) and a few bottles get thrown from a squat, no not the Telepathic Heights, there are several others, it’s that kind of scummy neighbourhood.
So no way through there, so I backtrack through the lanes and alleys that I know like the back of my hand, and come up onto the Cheltenham road from Bath Buildings. Also blocked off by police , in full regalia and riot shields, dogs etc. Now I have a way with the police, having worked closely with them for 12 years, and have no trouble at all from them. The masked one I talked to at that junction told me that they had all been on standby for hours in their vans hidden away just in case, but nothing had happened. They were all looking forward to standing down, when something kicked off. He didn’t say what exactly.
“But I thought the peaceful protest had been called off Officer?”
“Yeah, so did we. I guess a lot of people didn’t get the message, or didn’t want to”
And that is basically the truth. The Police would have been happy to be home abed, but the Wolfie Smith’s of this world still want mayhem. As I treked through the backstreets, trying to come up on the front line from another angle, I came across various groups of black clad hooded folk filling their pockets with bricks and bottles and trying to find another angle of attack. Flash them a smile and a V sign and you’re safe, but you know these wankers are just up for the Crack, bugger the cause, Tesco is just an excuse.
And just in case anyone tries to mention Race in all this, it just doesn’t come into it. While I was on walkabout I spotted five black Police officers and not one black “Protester”.
Let’s see what space this latest melee gets in the papers tomorrow. None whatsoever is my guess.