Town was strange yesterday evening. It was crawling with police riot vans, full of coppers who were either wearing stab-proof vests under their reflective jackets or had had one too many doughnuts (the thought of which caused me to smirk excessively while walking past a pair of them, earning an "Evening, lads"). All the pubs had shut up early, or had "private parties", or all the windows blacked out. For a quiet Sunday evening there was a real atmosphere of impending doom.
The best guess we had was that there was trouble expected from Midsummer Fair, but have no idea if anything did happen.
