This past Sunday night I was subjected to another stark reminder of how far the UK has descended into a total police state when I was stopped on the street by “Police Community Support Officers” for putting my hand in my pocket.
After returning to London in high spirits from an excursion to see the great Neil Young play a barnstorming gig at the Hop Farm festival in Kent, I was standing at the bus stop in Trafalgar Square with my girlfriend only to suddenly have the following order barked at me by a goon in a bright yellow jacket:
“YOU. STAND OVER THERE.”
“Excuse me? Are you addressing me?” I replied.
“STAND OVER THERE.” the man repeated while pointing about 1 metre to his left as his female colleague stood silently staring.