This behaviour was
acceptable, even expectable but
in civvy street, me and my kind
were brandished Neanderthal.
So when I finally transcended
the door' there was a time of
readjustment, of trying to locate
my place in a capricious society
where doormen were seen as
vogue in times of trouble and
vague in times of peace.
I was frequently informed by those who had not met
violence down a dark alley (and it's too easy to say when you
haven't 'been there'), that violence was not the answer -a
view
voiced so often these days that it has almost become a
fashion accessory.