You know, I rarely watch the news.
Maybe this is because I'm not what you'd refer to as a "grown up", or that my natural apathy usually shields me from the horrors of the outside world, but things have been brought into focus quite sharply for me; there's a riot going on at the end of my street.
Now I live in Liverpool, the more passionate denizens of which have taken issue with the police taking the life of a man over two hundred miles away, and believe the best way they can express this outrage is to try and break into the Asda at the end of my street, roughly 30 seconds away.
And the operative word really is try, because since the riots started all my fellow Liverpudlians have managed to do is dent the shutters. I mean come on guys, it's a 24/7 Asda, these shutters were largely designed to stop line of sight, let alone three hundred of you.
But here I sit with a knife (it makes me feel a tad safer, I guess), waiting for a bunch of fools to get bored and start going door-to-door, selling anarchy. Don't get me wrong, I know that nobody here is in any danger, but it's nice to be prepared. To put all of this into perspective, a Nigerian colleague of my friend turned to him and asked "So... This your first riot? Yeah? Mine too, in this country. Fourth in total. They probably won't have machetes this time."
Ho-lee shit! We've got a riot vet here. These disorganised hoodlums are going to be in for a shock if they decide to crash that particular house, and even more so when they start counting the body parts that they don't have anymore. Honestly, it's all a bit chilling when the scoop is outside your front door.
Anyone else experiencing this stuff?
Maybe this is because I'm not what you'd refer to as a "grown up", or that my natural apathy usually shields me from the horrors of the outside world, but things have been brought into focus quite sharply for me; there's a riot going on at the end of my street.
Now I live in Liverpool, the more passionate denizens of which have taken issue with the police taking the life of a man over two hundred miles away, and believe the best way they can express this outrage is to try and break into the Asda at the end of my street, roughly 30 seconds away.
And the operative word really is try, because since the riots started all my fellow Liverpudlians have managed to do is dent the shutters. I mean come on guys, it's a 24/7 Asda, these shutters were largely designed to stop line of sight, let alone three hundred of you.
But here I sit with a knife (it makes me feel a tad safer, I guess), waiting for a bunch of fools to get bored and start going door-to-door, selling anarchy. Don't get me wrong, I know that nobody here is in any danger, but it's nice to be prepared. To put all of this into perspective, a Nigerian colleague of my friend turned to him and asked "So... This your first riot? Yeah? Mine too, in this country. Fourth in total. They probably won't have machetes this time."
Ho-lee shit! We've got a riot vet here. These disorganised hoodlums are going to be in for a shock if they decide to crash that particular house, and even more so when they start counting the body parts that they don't have anymore. Honestly, it's all a bit chilling when the scoop is outside your front door.
Anyone else experiencing this stuff?
