My one proper job* protest
I missed the London Poll Tax riot 'cos I had to move house that day (booted out by my Dad, meh). I did go to the march in Truro just before though. That day was one of the funnest of my life - there were many hundreds of people there (this was Cornwall where three unrelated people gathered together is a major event). We burnt an effigy of Thatcher in front of the cathedral and generally made a racket.

Things turned nasty when one of the policemen (and I saw this with my own eyes) pre-empted the Tomlinson murder and sent an innocent old woman flying - and I do mean flying** with one of those two handed shoves they love to do when they think no-one is looking.

Now I admit now that my memory is somewhat fuzzy after 20 years, but I remember the crowd went nuts and turned on the police, sending them scuttling back to the police station, with the baying crowd dogging their piggy footsteps back to the nearby police station and making a hell of a racket outside for quite a while. I guess if we were more so-fist-icated, or this had been after the London riot we'd have smashed the place up, alas it was just plenty noisy. We scared the police shitless though, and that was the day I lost all respect for the law.

* 'Proper Job' is a common term down our way. It means 'For Real' or 'Excellent' I suppose
** Length - about 5 feet and she hit Littlewoods' shop window backwards and at high speed
(HarvsPenzance was tired and confused at, Tue 16 Nov 2010, 0:08, 1 reply)

Proper Job
from the St Austell brewery <drinking-equivalent om-nom noises>
(weaselinajetengine, Tue 16 Nov 2010, 11:35, closed)