On the way to the bank, in a more or less empty area, I was approached by four tiny children who looked as though they were from primary school. "gimme ur fone" they politely asked. I reached into my pocket and placed a used handkerchief into the ringleader's open palm. I then laughed and walked onwards to the bank.

Although something bad happened today - one of my friends decided that they support the BNP. I don't think they realise that they're supporting a group of fascists who try...