Liverpool does the double

Diddyman, startled leader of lemmings

Any sane, rational person learns from history which habitually repeats itself.

Maybe the North West Infidels don’t consider last August to be history just yet. So, after the humiliation of the so-called White Man’s March they yesterday returned to Liverpool – for more.

Organiser Shane “Diddyman” Calvert thought he’d pulled a blinder. Brains announced Manchester as the venue, then 24 hours prior cackled on Facebook that it would be Liverpool, hoping for little opposition. Diddyman underestimated the city which has a fine tradition of routing fascists. Around 1,000 gathered to see him and his gang off.

And rout them they did. The national mobilisation of fascists drew around 100, including just 30 of the century of Polish hooligans promised. Many faces appeared to be missing. The NF’s McMahons, Daz Lumb, Liam Pinkham…. It seems a rift hasn’t healed.

The first gaggle of around 30 goosesteppers congregated in the Crown Hotel which was promptly surrounded by proud and loud Liverpudlians, a cordon of street bobbies and then a parade of police vans. The latter were used to force a path for the fascists who shuffled through, getting not to St George’s Hall where a second group had formed, but to a pen down the side of Lime Street. They probably remember it from last time.

No happy hour at the Crown

Early doors Shaun Jones, who was previously convicted for hurling racist abuse in Bolton, called a local woman a “jungle bunny.” She laughed in his fat face.

Meanwhile, Paul Prodromou led his troops safely from behind. He must have a copy of Diddy’s training manual. Both thereby avoided the constant hail of eggs and more that rained down upon the likes of Andrew “Roid Rage” Royston, a notably angry Wayne Jarvie and the Polish who obligingly threw Nazi salutes when requested by a photographer. Apparently they’re not welcome to the next humiliation.

Brave Paul Pitt, leading from behind.

It got very, very feisty. A girl, simply passing through, took a brick to the face, an act seen as a “result” by the NWI.

Taking pride in injuring a woman.

Eventually, after the fascists were penned against a corner wall, riot police laid on a moving kettle so they could escape through the angry 1,000-strong crowd to Lime Street. Further chaos ensued as the cops helped them onto a Manchester train which they promptly vandalized. They have a thing about our rail infrastructure it seems. Arrests followed. Weapons seized.

Frustration at another humilation was taken out on innocent doors.

If yesterday showed anything it’s how Diddyman is happy to encourage his followers to go tooled up to a famously anti-fascist city to face certain humiliation and inevitable arrest. They might want to think about that.

One of five Poles gets helped into the pub.

Diddy and Ben Raymond ponder how the plan failed so.

Shandied up, they then threw Nazi salutes. From a war memorial.

Once bitten.

Royston tried to look hard from the very, very back.

The Poles may no longer join in the humiliation.