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Bob drove the Hummer over several bumpy piles of wood, turned smartly out of the exit, and headed across the grass to the Inner City. That was when I realised we were in Hyde Park, or something very much like it. The medieval castle was right ahead, and soon enough we were trundling down The Mall. Marlborough House and Clarence House were in flames, mobs in the gardens in front of them whooping and dancing. Some of the more drunken ones were staggering down The Mall. Bob swerved to avoid them.
We drove beneath Admiralty Arch to a Trafalgar Square heaving with rioting plebs. Windows were being broken and looters running amok, their arms full of what to them were luxury goods. There were so many plebs in front of us that there was no way of swerving to avoid them. Instead Bob just drove
