As I came in last night, I turned on the radio and heard the end of an item to the effect that Boris Johnson had been left dangling from a wire.
As in September 2001 and the events in New York, I was slightly concerned, being more or less against violence, but not surprised.
Later, I got the whole story and, rather than a sense of all being well after all, I felt a sense of indefinable injustice. That was heightened this morning when I saw a photo of the devious pillock clutching a union jack in each hand, suspended in East London and someone on a phone, presumably actually trying to get him down.
To think that they're slaughtering healthy animals to make pet food.