This morning I’m in Manchester. Trafford, actually. I’m here delivering a thousand books, ready for my book launch event on Friday. I think that the police are going to shut it down – they always do. They’ve already managed to get the venue in Newcastle to pull the plug on Saturday, so they’re definitely going to try in Trafford.
But if the police shut us down, we won’t go quietly. We’ll go to Manchester City Centre, and I’ll be handing out free copies of my book to everyone who attended. We’d rather do it in a safe venue where the police can control the manic left. I wonder what they would prefer?
But anyway, on this morning’s Breakfast at Tommy’s, I’m reminiscing about the trip I took to Switzerland with Kev years ago. We were protesting FIFA banning football players from being able to wear the poppy on a Remembrance Sunday game. I remembered it because once again, players and fans have had to request permission from FIFA to wear the poppy this year.
Then I read about some 14-year-olds who were planning to blow up their school, and a Muslim couple who met online and decided to commit terror acts together. That’s one hell of a first date.
Wishing you well at your event on Friday night!