A friend of mine is in Manchester today.
She has anxiety issues (and terminal cancer), her mum is with her and fragile, having buried her father (ie my friend’s grandfather) earlier this week. They’re scared witless, they’ve bundled into a taxi to escape.
These idiots don’t see this, they don’t see the impact they have on normal people just wanting to go about their day. It’s all a big laugh, get tanked up on beer and who knows what else, put some windows through, have a ruck with the popo, hopefully give a few foreigners a slap.