A pleasant sunny Sunday wandering by Paternoster Square and St Paul's in London. Tourists. Ice creams. Two normal City policemen on their beat. And now two other policemen wandering by, sporting shades like everyone in The Matrix, cradling sub-machine guns, with Glocks strapped to their thighs, batons swinging from their belts, and covered in body armour. They're not there for any special reason or in response to any particular threat; this is just normal now.
I just wondered what you thought of this.
