I think Mr. Winstanley has turned to LSD or maybe it's dementia.
What a load of cobblers, was he blind?
From that stage it must have looked like a swarm of shit house rats looking up, eyes popping out of their heads.
The squad were always there, you couldn't miss them, they might as well have put beacons on their heads. Even the plod couldn't help but have nicked a cart load, as useless as they were.
Get a grip Russ