Was pretty shit, by all standards. It consisted of a table of some sort, covered with the Union flag. Behind the stall, another Union flag was pinned to the wall. An angry, overweight skinhead was shouting angrily from behind the stall and handing out fliers, which people politely glanced at and more politely binned. God bless the BNP.
He saw me, and similarly saw through my disguise as a standard-built white man, realizing at once that I was a black, gay Muslim.
"Hey, you!" He yelled, "You're scum! Go home!"
I take offence to this. So what, i killed a few prostitutes, that doesn't make me scum. And i was going home anyway.