"May I add the army should be led by Sean Bean, despite his Sheffield United allegiences."

So as the bus was trundling up the hill I got a text from a mate reassuring me not to worry about the huge plume of smoke hanging over our city as it wasn't coming from any of our houses. Cue turning to actually look out the window as the bus reached the viewpoint and, oh yes, there was a massive cloud of smoke drifting up from and across the city.

Nothing like driving towards a black plume of unknown origin in order to get home to make you realise just how actually genuinely angry you might be. For the record: no I don't live in London, in this instance the fire was just a fire. The anger part came from the way all of our initial reactions were governed by the actions of some complete twats in London, Birmingham and elsewhere.

Quite frankly said clotpoles have got enough media attention without me adding to it, so I'm going for a more positive approach:

In a break from British tradition it seems the closet thing to a symbol of defiance will not be the humble cup of tea. Nay, it will be The Broom. Or maybe #riotcleanup. It seems folks are organising a clean-up operation via Twitter/Facebook etc, so watch this space, ye pribbling boil-brained giglets of Gran Bretaña, I think there are some more folks of this isle that want to have their voices heard.