You wake up to the smell of smoke. It is almost light. Car alarms and police sirens wail but cannot drown out the chants of the crowd at the end of your street. Through the smoke, you see that they are waving hammers and crowbars. Their leader is screaming into a megaphone that we should surrender now - ask anyone from anywhere else. He says they
You wake up to the smell of smoke. It is almost light. Car alarms and police sirens wail but cannot drown out the chants of the crowd at the end of your street. Through the smoke, you see that they are waving hammers and crowbars. Their leader is screaming into a megaphone that we should surrender now - ask anyone from anywhere else. He says they are the Gun-Gun Dogh. Rocks are being thrown your way. You think to yourself..."Gun-Gun Dogh...where have I heard that name before?".