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A few days ago I went outside my house to witness the terror that a fireworks mob was inflicting on my street. It felt foolhardy – downright stupid even – but I filmed them as they lobbed explosives at my neighbour’s houses.
At one point a group of 10 or so of these hooded figures rushed in my direction and I feared I was about to be beaten up, but I stood my ground and they swept past me. Indignation kept me rooted to the spot, aiming my camera at them as brazenly as they aimed pyrotechnics at the doorways of people’s homes.
One of their number remarked to his mates that I was recording them. His mates carried right on with the terror.
They knew that my video evidence of their exploits wouldn’t come to anything. They were right. It didn’t. That was on October 31. On November 1, I learned that, even when an army of 40 thugs invades your street and bombards households with potentially deadly missiles, it barely registers in the Police Scotland incident room.
Their description of the incident in Glasgow’s Pollokshields records that, at 8.20pm, police received a report of a fireworks being set off in my street. Yes, I made the report.
It adds: ‘Officers attended and there were no injuries reported. A 13-year-old was taken home and advice and guidance given.’ Nothing to see, here, folks. At most, an adolescent up to mischief. We have apprised the youth in question of the fireworks code.
A few days ago I went outside my house to witness the terror that a fireworks mob was inflicting on my street. It felt foolhardy – downright stupid even – but I filmed them as they lobbed explosives at my neighbour’s houses.
At one point a group of 10 or so of these hooded figures rushed in my direction and I feared I was about to be beaten up, but I stood my ground and they swept past me. Indignation kept me rooted to the spot, aiming my camera at them as brazenly as they aimed pyrotechnics at the doorways of people’s homes.
One of their number remarked to his mates that I was recording them. His mates carried right on with the terror.
They knew that my video evidence of their exploits wouldn’t come to anything. They were right. It didn’t. That was on October 31. On November 1, I learned that, even when an army of 40 thugs invades your street and bombards households with potentially deadly missiles, it barely registers in the Police Scotland incident room.
Their description of the incident in Glasgow’s Pollokshields records that, at 8.20pm, police received a report of a fireworks being set off in my street. Yes, I made the report.
It adds: ‘Officers attended and there were no injuries reported. A 13-year-old was taken home and advice and guidance given.’ Nothing to see, here, folks. At most, an adolescent up to mischief. We have apprised the youth in question of the fireworks code.