This afternoon I was in the back of my local barber’s updating, when the sound of a fight breaking, and spilling into the shop, interrupted me (they have internet me barber’s). A woman stumbled in. She had blood on her face. The shop has no back entrance and I wasn’t going to leave until the police had arrived. I worried about my bicycle, but when I got out it was OK. Half an hour later, metres from my house there were police with sub-machine guns and pistols stuffed around their bodies like Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver. The cops swooped on a car full of black youths but found nothing on them. It’s good to be home.