In London, this is more than a long, hot summer. There is something in the air, and it’s beginning to feel a lot like psychosis.
It kicked off with the crazed attack on Westminster Bridge, where a deranged soul with a van and a knife injured 40 and killed five. Inspired by that, if inspired is the right word, three sad cases replicated another lethal van and knife attack on London Bridge. A presumably-retaliatory attack near Finsbury Park Mosque left another trail of death and destruction.
Then we had the Grenfell Fire. God knows how that inquiry will pan out – I think most people are expecting a cover-up of some sort – but it’s significant that the Council’s management organisation was happy to pay its “fire risk assessor” a whacking £250,000 in consultancy fees, but simply couldn’t see its way to spending another £6,000 on fire-proof cladding for the building. The consultant recommended that his report should not be shown to members of the public, or even residents, or even the local fire brigade. Utter, total lunacy.
And there is more – lots more. Yobs as young as 15 are riding round town on their scooters, spraying pedestrians with concentrated acid. Some of these attacks have some kind of addlepated motivation - others lack even that. One of these scumbags appeared in court recently like some sort of rockstar, blowing kisses to his “supporters”, grinning and gurning just like Justin Bieber.
No-one thinks the Summer of Dumb is over yet. I don’t know where it came from, or where things are headed, but right now, I feel like spending the next few weeks on another planet, well away from the more insane members of my species.
It kicked off with the crazed attack on Westminster Bridge, where a deranged soul with a van and a knife injured 40 and killed five. Inspired by that, if inspired is the right word, three sad cases replicated another lethal van and knife attack on London Bridge. A presumably-retaliatory attack near Finsbury Park Mosque left another trail of death and destruction.
Then we had the Grenfell Fire. God knows how that inquiry will pan out – I think most people are expecting a cover-up of some sort – but it’s significant that the Council’s management organisation was happy to pay its “fire risk assessor” a whacking £250,000 in consultancy fees, but simply couldn’t see its way to spending another £6,000 on fire-proof cladding for the building. The consultant recommended that his report should not be shown to members of the public, or even residents, or even the local fire brigade. Utter, total lunacy.
And there is more – lots more. Yobs as young as 15 are riding round town on their scooters, spraying pedestrians with concentrated acid. Some of these attacks have some kind of addlepated motivation - others lack even that. One of these scumbags appeared in court recently like some sort of rockstar, blowing kisses to his “supporters”, grinning and gurning just like Justin Bieber.
No-one thinks the Summer of Dumb is over yet. I don’t know where it came from, or where things are headed, but right now, I feel like spending the next few weeks on another planet, well away from the more insane members of my species.