Tonight, several of us in the hotel applauded the riot police marching down the street below. This is the second night of the riots and we're all tired of living in this segment of the nightly news.
Our balconies are theater seats to a broad stage named Bromsgrove Street where the show's villians wear mostly black, sometimes masks, and wreak havoc with other people's property. The White Hats are the bobbies--the cops--tonight, piling out of vans to break up gathered groups of hoods and to stop the crime that begins before sundown and can last deep into the night.
Yesterday, the war was mostly lost as the marauding bands left their mark in waves that reached further outward from the city centre. Tonight, the streets are quiet in this vicinity much earlier as the dark figures have been scattered and driven away. Perhaps the flame of their ire will flicker out in the ensuing days. Or might the mass gain strength by drawing more hoods from outer regions like metal to a magnet? Stay tuned to Dinner Theatre News.
