Walking down the road after the game, in Newton Heath, some k***head on the back of a bicycle shouts "BANG" and hits me across the back of the head as they pass. Turned and did something silly. They rode off.
Get home, walk dog, see firework shells raining down on the garden. Someone has nicked the wheelie bins... the gate and the back door has a foot sized hole through it.
Sort that, walk dog down Clayton Vale, quite there and as I'm coming back see kids firing fireworks at cars and buses.
Asked a family as I was passing to please pause their firework lighting until I got the dog passed them. It was as if I had torn their throat open and defecated into their open heart. So, they curse, light it and point one my way...
The celebration of failure by Guido Fawkes really brings out the best of people.