Whisperer

THERE’S no stopping that old bulldog British spirit. A friend of the Whisperer has moved to a compound close to a village and a mall which has seen its fair share of unrest in recent weeks.

He was very happy to have secured a villa with a magnificent private pool at a knockdown monthly rental price (not surprisingly, it had been empty for several months) and set about inviting friends over to a house-warming party.

He needed to buy a fridge to keep the beverages cool and was immediately turned back in his car by police who had blocked the road to the mall. Undeterred, he walked, bought the fridge and decided to push it home despite the appliance sitting precariously on a supermarket trolley.

As he walked along the empty stretch of road all hell broke loose with stones flying in one direction and big bangs going off in the other.

It would appear both parties were stunned as the man on a mission, fridge in tow, marched through the mayhem and peace suddenly descended on the area.

As soon as he had wandered past the riot erupted again. Our man shrugged his shoulders and carried on to the compound with the story of the night to entertain his guests with.