This is a post I wrote a while ago about Gypsies congregating in public areas. How Gypsymen get their news. | A Gypsie’s wife’s life. We had a neighbour, not a Gypsy but placed on our site due to the housing shortage, who objected strongly to this practice and complained often. One night, a group of about ten, sat round a fire, sharing stories, laughing. Possibly loudly. The neighbour called the police, and two cars drew up and sat for an hour or so with their headlights trained on the men. They could have seen perfectly well from the warm comfort of their control room, as I point out here, we live under surveillance cameras. So this was a silent threat. A deterrent rather than observation.
Now that we have this new law to look forward to:
Further words fail me. I just despair.