According to the temperature of my ridiculously right wing village in mid-Beds, tomorrow/later today's events in Luton will be a) very scary, b) the best thing ever, c) I don't know I buy the Guardian.
This is interermeresting. The overwhelming feeling is one of cowardice. Fur-hatted, piss-in-my custard-coloured-bowel cowardice. If the muslims get shown whats for, woo-hoo. If 'we' get shown whats for, I wasn't there, I knew nothing, I can live with a few brown faces on telly. In short, we need not be afraid of these c***ts. They're afraid of us. They are fragile.
