Meanwhile on the street outside, riot police pointlessly charge at the park railings. Behind the railings, protesters pointlessly chuck bottles and stones at the police. For a moment I think I'm going to get hit. A rock whizzes past and splinters on the ground by my feet. A glam-puss in pink steps out, faces the protesters and pulls up her blouse.
All missiles cease.
Only breasts can do that. While the lovers and the football players enjoy themselves, the aimless ritual of police versus protesters continues. The National Front. All in all, a few nihilists wreck a few shops and a few cars. The media predictably overreacts.