5 Feet of Fury

A big, big explosion coming any second now. If we’re lucky. (Faster, please.)

Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

When we tried to, you called us names and censored our websites.

We won’t forget that, either.

Oh: and in Canada? We’re the ones who own all those yucky guns you’re so scared of.

Oooops!

You picked the wrong side…

The gathering is remarkable, as on a match day these men would be fighting each other. But it is politics that has drawn them together. They are headed for Manchester to support a march by the burgeoning English Defence League.

The police are here in force, too. ‘Take that mask off,’ barks a sergeant to one young man. He does so immediately but protests: ‘Why are they allowed to wear burkas in public but we’re not allowed to cover our faces?’

‘Just do what you’re told,’ the policeman snaps back.

‘It’s always the same these days. One rule for them and another for us. I’m sick of this country,’ a man standing next to me says in a West Country accent.