WHEELS OF FIRE

The motorbike wars are really getting out of hand here in genteel Stratford upon Avon and it's all starting to get quite bizarre. I know I've mentioned it before but it is all quite unbelievable. It would make more sense if it was a Tea Shop War, you know what I mean...Anne Hathaway's Tea shop maliciously undercutting the price of scones at Othello's Cafe. But no.
What we have here are the Police desperately trying to stop the massve Hell's Angels Annual Bulldog Bash and raising the temp by describing our Hell's Angel friends as 'an international crime gang' (when did they work that one out? I mean...the clue is possibly in the name don't you think?). Anyway, all the be-suited worthies in town, especially the ones who own shops etc are up in arms at the poor old hard done by coppers who are basically being told to butt out.
AND THEN...we have the motorcyclists who are using the pristine Bancroft as a parking place. Not Hells Angels more like Hells Mid-life Crisiseseses....and this time...the worthies want them moved on but the police won't or can't, I can't remember which.
I'll tell you it's all becoming a bit much.