On Wednesday evening this week I was mildly aggrieved. I was due to go to the cinema in town to watch Deadpool and Wolverine for the second time. I’d seen it the week before in the big fancy Imax in London. It’s a great film, funny, fast-paced with lots of references to the rest of the Marvel universe and some heart stopping cameos. I’m very lucky to have a lovely friend who loves cinema and sometimes gets us free tickets. Now I say I was due to watch the film because during the day on Wednesday the cinema rang me to cancel the viewing and politely moved my ticket to the night after. So a small issue of rearranging a social engagement so that I could watch a film that I had already seen. A mild aggrievement.
Now the reason it was moved was because of the potential for disorder close to the town centre. For those not caught up with the news, riots have been started in the past few weeks for reasons… reasons based on misinformation or disinformation or reasons because the rioters are fascist fuckwits who wanted to have a fight whilst there’s no football on. Who believe that their country has been stolen from them, when it’s the people they venerate who are the ones to blame.
Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate up hill.
Blade – 1998
And I started this post with how this affected me. To be honest, it didn’t really in a material way. But my business is just down the road from the potential flashpoint. I spoke to one of my employees who lives even closer to ensure she felt safe. I arranged a lift home for one of my other employees because she walks through where the potential disorder was to be. And I worried my little self silly for everyone until I saw the post opposite on twitter (still giving the middle finger to the thundercunt Elon Musk).
The community of Northampton had come out. The good people of my home town got up off their sofas, walked out their doors and headed to the area where they could have been harmed by thugs and stood and waited with the police. Nothing happened, apart from a main road being closed for a bit and a lot of people hanging out and having a chat. And I’m grateful to those people. And I am proud of them all. Because I didn’t do that, I went home.
For me, it’s very simple. If you want to protest, that’s fine. You turn up, you say your piece, your peaceably go home. You do not loot Greggs. You do not throw bricks at the police. You do not try and burn human beings to death by setting fire to the building they are being housed in. These fuckers state that they are not being listened to and they are the silent (yet unruly) majority. I beg to differ. A few weeks ago we had an election. And the people OVERWHELMING choose a government that does not align with these scumbags. I bang on about voting a lot and an election is the time for us all to have our say. If you didn’t get your way, o well, make your arguments and work hard to change that in the future. Don’t be fascist twats.
On the right is a pic taken in Brighton from Wednesday evening where there was also planned disorder. It amused me greatly. The red circle that I have highlighted is where the rioters are that turned up. You know, the ones who attack the police and local people and local businesses, all in the name of getting their country back. There was about 6 of them. You can see a ring of high vis surrounding them. These are police personnel doing their jobs. Protecting the fascist fuckwits from the thousands of peaceful people expressing their right to peaceful protest. Protecting those people who probably thought it would be fun to head down to the centre of Brighton and throw some shit at the very policeman officers who were then protecting them.
On a happier note, on Monday I got to finally celebrate with friends for their birthday. We went for lunch in Stratford-upon-Avon and then to watch ol’ Willy Shakenspeare’s As You Like It in the Holloway Garden Theatre. There’s something very British about Shakespeare in the open air. It was fun and easily accessible for all. The leading man had damaged his foot and was in a medical boot thingy, which was explained at the start of the show. Apart from a very one-sided wrestling match, it did not detract from the performance and was soon forgotten about. It was fun, it was silly, it was exactly what Shakespeare in the open air should be. Loved it. Check it out if you get time.
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