With a degree in orienteering, it was just about possible to find the tiny B-road into Auchterarder that had not been cordoned off and to march to the tune of the rebel clown insurgent army along a pre-defined route.
Monitored continuously by global media companies and police surveillance teams, the inevitable flash point of the march was the blockade erected 500 metres from Gleneagles, reinforced by riot- and mounted- police. Once the flimsy, triangular formation of barriers had been ably dismantled by protestors and turned into a handy weapon, only a single line of riot shields separated the two sides. Efforts were made to deploy police polemicists to convince protestors of the error of their ways but no-one was convinced. It wasn’t long before the yellow coats came bursting between riot shields, emboldened by the reinforcements arriving from the skies ( http://www.chinook-helicopter.com/). This is what democracy looks like…
Rebecca G Nesbitt