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  • I took this years ago, standing on a bus shelter, above it all.

    Given how riots in London and other cities have evolved into scenes of teargas and helmets and shields and kettling this seems more polite. Benign even, archaic. Some jostling perhaps, some shouting, but nothing too vicious.

    At the time it seemed lively, and of course, there was broken glass and blood and arrests. But not yet, not here. Instead I remember thinking how uniform the uniforms looked, how all the pleasure and passion and style was on one side, the masks and hair and costumes and flags pressed up against a wall off conformity and denial. How different one fluorescent helmet is to the sea of jackets.

    Further down the road, men in armour held batons and shields. So I guess the front line could afford to be polite for a moment. They knew, as always, that they had backup.
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