In response to Laura Perrins: A salute to Tobias Ellwood, the man who won’t walk on by,Colonel Mustard wrote:
Ellwood’s fellow politicians have incrementally destroyed the social contract between the government and the governed over many years. They destroyed education, they destroyed the Church, they destroyed the family, they destroyed the shire constabulary. They over-populated the country to destroy real communities, replacing them with disparate identity groups which they refer to as ‘communities’. They encouraged the rise of and facilitate crony corporate capitalism which leaves many ordinary people living on credit and managing debt at exorbitant interest rates. They allowed wealthy foreign interests to buy up huge swathes of property and called it ‘investment’. With devolution they sowed the seeds of the United Kingdom fracturing but then bleat about the strength of the Union.
Now they seek to manage the inevitably resulting behaviour by imposing ‘values’ they contrive but which were once instinctive and inherited in England, needing no politically imposed ‘code’ to prosper.
Tobias Elwood definitely sounds like one of the good guys. I once didn’t walk on by, and in retrospect I wish I bloody had. I was catching a Circle Line train at Liverpool Street, which was stopped there pending departure in the next few minutes. A little guy was standing smack in the middle of the tube doors, ensuring everyone who got on had to edge round him. He was radiating bad attitude. A middle-aged man rushed on and pushed fairly brusquely past him. The little chap confronted him and headbutted him. Without thinking, and spurred on by the fact that I was twice his size and, at the time, due to my sporting proclivities pretty strong and able to grapple and maul with the best, I grabbed him and put him in an arm lock against the side of the tube. I think I was hoping for a general pile-on and then the cavalry arriving. Nothing happened. The carriage was in deadly silence and I began to appreciate that although small he was formidable. As he wriggled I had the horrible thought, what if he has a blade in his pocket? Someone had raised the alarm, probably the platform staff, and after what was probably less than a minute, but felt like ages, the British Transport Police arrived. I was hauled off the tube train, with my assailant, the doors closed and off the train disappeared. The police then explained the situation to us which was that if either of us said one word we were facing arrest. They then waited for the next train and put me aboard, presumably disposing of him in a similar way with the following train. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so stupid, so angry and so humiliated in all my life.