With all of this fuss in the media about the violence last night, I realised that I’d forgotten to mention that on Sunday evening I had to show my knuckles to get into a pub.
Nope, not ID. My knuckles.
I’d been out of London for the day, and was on my way back to meet a couple of mates that had been at the Fulham v Chelsea match that afternoon. Fulham’s stadium is pretty close to where I live, as is Chelsea’s, so the pubs still had quite a few leftovers from the game by the time I got there.
The match was a local derby, and inevitably there seemed to have been a bit of aggro after the game between the two sets of fans. Not on the scale of last night, but a few punches thrown here and there, apparently.
So by the time I got to the pub, in an effort to stop the troublemakers getting in the bouncers were checking everyone’s knuckles before allowing them entry.
Yep, this is what it has come to…
