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this weekend saw the return of rock legend bruce springsteen to london, descending upon the emirates football stadium to entertain london with his bland blend of folksy-rock slush... and, as is customary the new jersey songsmith plays, the devastation left in his wake was horrific.
but even "the boss" was to find himself overshadowed as boris johnson demonstrated his political prowess delivering a coup de grâce so cunning a long time will pass before we witness one more wily.
what seemed like a novel way to demonstrate the absurdity of the legislation was shown to be the catalyst for our cunning mayor's meticulously planned manipulation of the populus. bo-jo's bus-booze ban in tandem with termination of tube-tipples was all it took to lure unwitting accomplices in from the world of the internet.
how better to gain mainstream support for his ridiculous new "law" than to encourage herds of lagered up youngsters to mark this important occasion with a giant piss up?
...and given the predictable focus of the media coverage, the party's legacy would not be drawing peoples attention to the erosion of yet another freedom. no, thanks to the reveller's "high-spirits", saturday night shall be remembered as one of chaos & civil disorder; a night tainted by flagrant vandalism, it's aftermath much like a music festival.
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setting out so late was probably a mistake and it was fast approaching half ten when i arrived at the circle line platform at king's cross station. already the sheer enormity of the "party" was palpably intimidating: hordes of braying youths, hyped up on liquor and fuelled with righteous indignation greeted newcomers to the mêlée - somewhat predictably - with the sort of chanting expected from football fans.
over cacophonous hoots and screams from the unwashed masses, a suitably slurred terrace-style mantra rang out: "where's our train? where's our train? where's our train?"
as if in response to this persistent demand, delays flashed across the platform displays. a good few minutes rolled by before the long overdue train limped along the platform.
the opening of the doors doubled the volume of noise. drums were clearly audible from inside the impenetrable interior of the carriages. their tribalistic rhythm accentuating the atmosphere of anarchy. broken glass and abandoned beer cans peppered the floor of the train. if these party-goers were adhering to a theme, it was most definitely riot related. the similarities to golding's allegorical novel were so obvious it was embarrassing.
having seen enough, and swiftly leaving the station to avoid the inevitable arrival of the authorities, i rendezvoused with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_targ & crystaljaded and we made good our escape back to the relative civilisation of finsbury park.
boris outplayed them all. coupled with the cost of damages, the many video clips of the less salubrious elements present on the tube will - if handled correctly - provide more than ample justification for this new policy of his. a policy, the stupidity of which, is only eclipsed by the ban of public smoking introduced some 11 months earlier.
what's next, eating in public?
but even "the boss" was to find himself overshadowed as boris johnson demonstrated his political prowess delivering a coup de grâce so cunning a long time will pass before we witness one more wily.
what seemed like a novel way to demonstrate the absurdity of the legislation was shown to be the catalyst for our cunning mayor's meticulously planned manipulation of the populus. bo-jo's bus-booze ban in tandem with termination of tube-tipples was all it took to lure unwitting accomplices in from the world of the internet.
how better to gain mainstream support for his ridiculous new "law" than to encourage herds of lagered up youngsters to mark this important occasion with a giant piss up?
...and given the predictable focus of the media coverage, the party's legacy would not be drawing peoples attention to the erosion of yet another freedom. no, thanks to the reveller's "high-spirits", saturday night shall be remembered as one of chaos & civil disorder; a night tainted by flagrant vandalism, it's aftermath much like a music festival.
...
setting out so late was probably a mistake and it was fast approaching half ten when i arrived at the circle line platform at king's cross station. already the sheer enormity of the "party" was palpably intimidating: hordes of braying youths, hyped up on liquor and fuelled with righteous indignation greeted newcomers to the mêlée - somewhat predictably - with the sort of chanting expected from football fans.
over cacophonous hoots and screams from the unwashed masses, a suitably slurred terrace-style mantra rang out: "where's our train? where's our train? where's our train?"
as if in response to this persistent demand, delays flashed across the platform displays. a good few minutes rolled by before the long overdue train limped along the platform.
the opening of the doors doubled the volume of noise. drums were clearly audible from inside the impenetrable interior of the carriages. their tribalistic rhythm accentuating the atmosphere of anarchy. broken glass and abandoned beer cans peppered the floor of the train. if these party-goers were adhering to a theme, it was most definitely riot related. the similarities to golding's allegorical novel were so obvious it was embarrassing.
having seen enough, and swiftly leaving the station to avoid the inevitable arrival of the authorities, i rendezvoused with
mr_targ & crystaljaded and we made good our escape back to the relative civilisation of finsbury park.boris outplayed them all. coupled with the cost of damages, the many video clips of the less salubrious elements present on the tube will - if handled correctly - provide more than ample justification for this new policy of his. a policy, the stupidity of which, is only eclipsed by the ban of public smoking introduced some 11 months earlier.
what's next, eating in public?