Friday, 3 June 2016

Fair To Rubbish

The 260 Merkland St is lumbering along with punters waving off the top deck. 
Wee bitta Country and a wee bitta RocknRoll from the Guzzle, now trading as The Amethyst
KT and sunshine dancers march on the spot as the procession slows up and grinds to a halt. We, who are waiting further on, make our way down to the Cross to see what ails them. And there you have it, in broad day-light and with hunners of people watching, boys with weapons set about other boys with weapons. On our side of the road, mums and grans are annoyed, very annoyed at they hooligans wasting it for everybody. S'pose so, but, there's got to be more to it than them just wanting to waste it - I mean, why do they want to waste it? Let's get to the root of that question and maybe we could make some headway.
Anyway, the polis play it all down, contain the violence, get some lads in their van and move along people, nothing to see here.

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