A crowd was gathering in
Commercial Street to watch the entertainment as the two Russians were stripped
and chained to a lamppost outside Toynbee Hall. “Swear words, I’d say, guv,” Cocker said
above the shouting as Spaghetti started painting the two struggling men with
violet gentian.
“Didn’t know you were a
budding Rembrandt, Spaghetti. Where did you learn to paint?” shouted a
voice.Spaghetti looked at the crowd and grinned. “These are the Russkie heroes who did those poor Finns over last year and now they are cosying up to Jerry. Food and steel for the bastards who are bombing us out of our homes every night.”
An angry roar swept through the crowd. As Spaghetti stepped away from the Russians, the first over-ripe tomato from a nearby fruit stall hit, then another and another. A couple of well-aimed stones from the street boys followed, accompanied by handfuls of mud from a burst water pipe.
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