In April I go to the Anti-Nazi League‘s ‘Carnival Against the Nazis’ in Victoria Park. The East End is foreign, unknown to me and most of the 10.000 who march from Trafalgar Square to Hackney. There’s a Chinese dragon weaving through the march and the people in it shout ‘Eat the Nazis! Eat the Nazis!’ Actual East Enders watch from their doorsteps, implacably. Sitting in the park I offer my banter and connection with the new Southampton friends I spend the day with as a defence against the menace of fascism. The Clash play: they want a riot of heir own.