Friday, April 29, 2011
It's all kicked off in Kelvingrove Park, Glasgow. An unofficial street party organised via facebook has went a bit Pete Tong, although for most of the afternoon it was going swimmingly.
I'm not in possession of all the facts but it would seem that most of the trouble was handbags at ten paces stuff. The kind of 'violence' we all see on a Friday night out on the town when a group of mates are holding back the token mong who wants to attempt throwing a punch at someone. I would have left them to it.
Cue Strathclyde's finest to wade in with their equine pals. No doubt primed to go at the earliest opportunity by Glasgow City Council, the corrupt cancer who's tumour engulfs all aspects of the fine city's life.
You see, the whole point of the exercise is a huge big "told you so" from the 'authorities'. Those of us that dared to organise anything without their permission needs to be stamped upon. From building a garage on your own land to having a party in a public park, you need to dance to their tune.
It's about time that they receive a reminder that they dance to our tune.