I think the events of Thursday really shook me up. After all, it’s not every day that one almost gets caught up in a riot, and it’s not every day that you’re wallet is stolen. It wasn’t till yesterday afternoon that I could think of much else. I now think I was wrong to go – on Thursday morning I had this nave idea of being a revolutionary and marching with my fellows; I now see that a riot is no place for a cripple, and that there are far better ways to show my opposition to the government. Besides, I suspect many kids there were simply concerned with damaging central London, and were not interested in the politics of it all. I still feel, of course, that what the government is doing is wrong and that these ideologically-inspired cuts must be opposed, but there are far better, and safer, ways for me to do this. I can write far better than I can shout anyway.