Just walked around my local Netto and all the underclass are talking excitedly in the shop about it.
He’s dead, said one old codger – his friend replied, is that the punchline.
Other’s from the blue rinse brigade announced to each other how it was about time and he shouldn’t want for the hotness of hell.
Chav’s in tracksuits and pushchairs were talking about it as if it was The End of Days.
While back in the real world, all I can say is “So what?” what exactly does it mean for me in my everyday life? Not much, some man who lived in a cave and is claimed to have orchestrated a terrosist attack is dead.