It’s been a very odd day today. Horror, fear, anger, and rumours. Rumours, rumours. I’ve been chained to my desk all day, unable to get out from the backlog of Real Work, able only to follow people who’ve been out there to see it all such as Darryl who’s @darryl1974 twitter pics have been keeping me as up to date as any as he went on what has to be a very strange Birthday pub crawl. Thanks, Darryl.
But still the rumours come. The shopkeepers of Greenwich are taking no chances, and I have to thank Nick for the following pics.
I’m not sure that anyone has any real idea that there’s trouble to be had this evening but given the horrors of the past three nights I can, frankly, see why these guys have decided that being the only one on the block to be unboarded-up would be an unwise thing indeed.
The streets seem eerily empty for a mid afternoon in the sunshine. Is it really like this, Nick?
Greenwich Book Time, given that they sell the one thing that thugs don’t want, would seem reasonably safe – but they have taken the precaution of putting their empty till on display.
I don’t know whether this is all just mass paranoia or if there’s really going to be trouble tonight, but I can’t say I blame these guys for hedging their bets. Never have I wanted a really torrential downpour more than this evening.
And just on a slightly lighter note, here is a selection of my favourite photos of the day:
And, best of all, a very clever photoshopper who keeps adding to his rogues’ gallery portraits of looters
Stay safe tonight, folks. No heroics, eh…
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