Anarchy in the UK

And no, I don't mean the Sex Pistols album but the unbelievable idiocy that is gripping some of the stupid and criminal elements of the society. And fun it is not.

I went to sleep as normal last night but after about an hour there was a knock on my door and Min woke me up saying that I should not panic if I smell smoke. Our house was not on fire but a Maccie D down the road in Mitcham. I grunted acceptance and went back to the land of nod with distant sirens blaring all the way trough.

Then, again down the road, a shopping center was looted and the street that I walk along to the station was covered in boxes and hangers that the idiots had left behind this morning.

My colleague Ms B had it worse. The building she lives in East London had the downstairs shops looted and torched. The building behind her place was a blaze and whilst they were evacuated to the street they were approached with the undesirable element who would of attacked them if it hadnt been for her neighbour who is build like a brick shit house. She got back in early hours of this morning and at least she still has a home, although it stinks of smoke.

This is a simple message to Call Me Dave:

Just put a curfew in place, bring out the water cannons and the gas and deploy what is left of the British Army that is not overseas fighting somebody elses war.