There was a very unusual and subdued atmosphere in the City of London early this morning. The usual swathes of be-suited arrogant and selfish City Units – Notable TosserS (think about it) had been replaced by laid-back, casual-attired people, students, travellers and crusties. On this lovely sunny and warm morning pedestrians were strolling around as though they were enjoying a riverside walk in the countryside.
However, walking past the Bank of London, this breezy air was replaced by an underlying feeling of fear and threat. Banks and shops were boarded-up, police were suspiciously watching my passing, television crews were trying to shove their erect furry microphones in my face and snipers trained their red dots onto my chest and forehead. Such unprecedented security reminded me of that drunken lost week in Beirut.
As you know there are protests underway in the heart of the City due to the G20 Summit. Thousands of environmentalists, anarchists and anti-capitalists have descended on the Square Mile with plans to shout, gesticulate, push and shove and bang drums. Luckily, I managed to avoid the scenes I am now watching on BBC News 24. Just a few hours ago it was deserted.
What will the scene be when I venture home, passing the Bank of London? With a bit of luck there will be rioting, looting (I love a good loot), the demise of capitalism and the equal distribution of wealth – I deserve a bit of wealth.
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Did you get caught up in it?
I managed to avoid - good job because I may have been killed or beaten with trunchans - again.
The lovely policemen of the met killed a drunk wandering obliviously into the protest by pushing the poor fellow over and causing him to have a heart attack. There but for the grace of God . . . eh, Nel?
It is only a few bad apples that spoil the broth Nap, they just happen to all be bad apples. My own personal dealings with the Met have been nothing but horrific.