the only thing rare about 'em is coersing them over the finishing line and into dead game mode, i'd think there are plenty out there in a transitional period and plenty more the security services have failed to mention (attempts).
Had a black muslim kid on me case a couple of yrs back in a curry gaff in the northern quarter of manchester, i was on alert cos of his obvious angry mutterings behind me whilst i was awaiting to be served...so i blocked the background noise out and heard clearly 'Soldier boy' sandwiched into his narrative. With just me and him at the counter it was safe to presume he meant me (i wear me hair short). He followed me to me table (with plenty empty and available) and plotted up all confident like (legs ajar-right elbow on table-hand pointing). Then we started a riddle....he asked me did i know what the most important thing in life was, something all living things need, that was easy but whilst fannying to think of an answer me mind was aware of his left hand not yet leaving his pocket (which is a bit rare sat at a table with food infront of ya). Once i'd worked out all the counters and how to deliver him into two bob land...i answered 'oxegen' and with eyes that were well drunk he asked me how i did'nt know if he was about to kill me...funny thing was/is..like all other wannabe nut-nuts that i've met in me life...he waited for the answer drunk on his new found power of putting it on someone...completely oblivious to the fact he'd just told exactly what he feared...and so not to be rude i answered him 'how do ayou know i'm not gonna kill you?..from the look on his kite i can only presume that the script had gone wrong and so he sat looking at his nose bag trying to think of the next line in pulp fiction. Turned out he sobered right up when realising me hands moved according to his body movements (like a fullback shadowing Ronaldo) and him getting put to sleep of a friday dinner may well have switched to odds-on. Did'nt think a great deal of it at the time, just another loon looking for a victim, then i discovered the muslim prayer mob used a building two blocks down and emptied out on a fri dinner, to a man all with faces that were not exactly humble, not happy, not a smile from 200/300 of em and within half hr melado's looking for military personel with such vigour he's even happy to invent the victim in order to feed whats been put in his ear drum.
Wonder why the two herberts in Woolwich did'nt march into the barracks if they wanted a proper knock-up...
Is this an excerpt from the forthcoming 'A Clockwork Orange 2'?