Mr. Tomlinson died that day, because a policeman hit him, no other reason. He was not scared by the crowd and have a heart attack, or try to run only to be hit by a car, or even trampled by the crowd. He was killed by someone who was there to take control, not lose it.
Copycat killers don’t count due to a lack of originality. Like cover bands.
He should treat them a little better since Scotland have all the oil, and all the crazy kilted lunatics.
There is a facebook page dedicated to the “legend” Raoul Moat, if he was such a legend then why is he missing part of his head?
And to think the England fans had the cheek to boo poor old Wayne Rooney for playing like a brat… a fat, useless, overpaid, under-performing, self absorbed, balding brat…
Had he been emo I’m sure he would have just written some poetry, but in fitting with the stereotypical muscleman image, he went Rambo, and ended up dead.
I’m going to start following Whitletts Victoria or Symington Caledonian. Who’s with me?
While we are making up things to believe in why not have it involve spaceships and giant pre-historic beasts?
I would suggest looking in places with lots of heavy things for him to lift and loads of mirrors for him to look at himself while he lifts heavy things, because nothing is cooler than lifting heavy things.
Using the word Blitzkrieg seems a little in bad taste, but I mean it in the best possible way…