I have found some of the stories of the confirmed “heroes” and star witnesses, which contradict each other...
The first version of what happened in the Black & Blue, is Roy Larner’s, who by his own account was the (only) hero in the Black & Blue
Millwall soccer fan Roy Larner, 47, has been heralded as “the Lion of London Bridge
Larner launched himself at the trio that ran in to the Black & Blue bar in Borough Market shouting, “This is for Allah
” and “Islam, Islam, Islam
Larner left with horrific injuries after being stabbed 8 times, and is recovering in intensive care from surgery. Larner has two 10-inch scars on the side of his face and neck and his lung collapsed. He has lost his glasses and his hands are bandaged up past his elbows.
Larner swung wildly at the 3 “terrorists”:
I was on my own against all three of them, that's why I got hurt so much. (...)
I got stabbed and sliced eight times. They got me in my head, chest and both hands. There was blood everywhere.
It’s amazing that these 3 terrorists slashed Larner and he survived: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article ... rists.html
Geoff Ho is the business editor at the Sunday Express and martial artist. According to some stories in the state media, Geoff got stabbed in the throat while protecting the lone bouncer on the door of the Southwark Tavern: http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/it ... c-10557375
The second version of what happened in the Black & Blue
is the following even more amazing story on the heroics of Geoff Ho, as reported by Geoff Ho.
Geoff had watched the Champions League final, and then left towards the Tube station, when he saw two unarmed drunken idiots outside The Southwark attacking a lone bouncer.
Geoff used some amazing talking, to keep the pair of “yobs” from their attacks, and they were quickly taken away by the cops...
This version is different than the stories I had read, because Geoff isn’t stabbed, they are taken away, and they aren´t even the 3 “terrorists”…
Then it gets more interesting...
Instead of walking 20 yards to the Tube and my train home, I turned left and went to the Black & Blue steakhouse five doors up the road. I’d done my good deed for the day.
I helped break up a fight and defended a bouncer from two attackers. Job done, I deserve a quick beer and some food I thought. A quick Facebook update and I entered the restaurant, said “hi” to everyone and told them what happened outside the Tavern.
One of the girls called me a drama queen and teased that I was in the Black & Blue to hide from friends of the yobs.
I feigned outrage and laughed. We all did.
Seconds later a waitress locked the door and said something before running to the back.
Then I saw them. The three terrorists were outside.
Immediately time slowed down. Years of martial arts training means that my mind can focus, so that when trouble really starts, I can remain calm. Calm is good.
Calm keeps people alive. Panic is the enemy. My first reaction was actually annoyance.
“Here we go. The two losers I helped get nicked have friends,” I thought. “They must be here after me. I have to fix this.”
They started kicking the door. I knew it wouldn’t hold for long, maybe just seconds. My mind, continually working, assessing and correcting, processing all the information available.
“Oh no. This isn’t three losers having a go, this is something else. This is serious.” I raised my hands, moved instantly into combat stance. Years of training have come to this.
I can and I will fight, I will defend my friends. Whatever the cost. The mind processes everything, so quickly, so precisely, when you’re calm.
I’m not anywhere near a hero like Geoff Ho, and am not any good at martial arts, still it’s easy to see the flaws in what he supposedly did. According to his own reliable statements, Geoff attacked the “terrorists” with his bare hands, while there are a lot of weapons in a bar that could have been used against them.
Not even speaking that probably a mere 5 men in the bar armed with chairs could have beaten up the 3 “terrorists” armed with knives.
As the terrorists were trying to break in, I noticed the knives they had. Christ, they’re large, maybe 12 inches?
I’ve done hundreds of knife defence drills over the years but only against knifes half that size. At most. Still, no time for what-ifs. The door buckled.
The terrorists were coming in and I saw that they looked like they had suicide vests on. Metal canisters with wires. Oh no. In less than a split second I knew that my approach had to change; I couldn’t just attack.
If I charged at them, maybe I could take out one or two. But one of those animals could detonate and kill us all. Too many people would get hurt or worse.
I had to face them, I had to delay them, no matter what. I knew that out of everyone there, my skills and training meant that I had the best chance of delaying the attackers until the police arrived or they’d get everyone.
“Keep them focused on you. Then they can’t hurt the others.”
I knew the police were coming. They had to be. I knew it in my bones.
Buy them time, shield everyone. That’s your only job now. If they get past you, maybe no one goes home.
The attackers stormed in and started yelling, ordering people to “Lie down on the ground! Get down on the ground!” I knew that if anyone did that, they’d be dead. I had to delay them, stall them any way I could.
Ironically that is an accurate description of the police storming in one of the restaurants, yelling “Lie down on the ground! Get down on the ground!
With my hands up, trying to look non-threatening, I stared back at them and said one word: NO.
Firmly. Calmly. The one in the blue Arsenal away shirt walked toward me, barking “get on the floor!”. Again, I said no.
I took a step back, keeping the knives at a distance and tried to keep them talking, not attacking anyone. “Talking is good. It buys time,” I said to myself.
“They aren’t stabbing, they aren’t exploding. Keep them away from everyone else.” Most of my friends and the staff had hid under tables or in rooms but one, a young lad, was frozen behind me.
Keep the kid behind me was my only thought. The attackers were getting agitated and kept yelling. “This is it,” I thought. Their eyes were full of rage. Hate.
It was about to go down.
You may lose track of certain details during life and death situations but some are indelibly stamped into your mind. The creature in the Arsenal shirt snapped and came at me first, then his clean shaven accomplice.
I had no idea where the third, the one with the full beard, had run off to. I could only deal with what was in front of me.
During the blur, the Arsenal attacker struck at my throat, but I must have blocked enough of the knife to make sure it didn’t kill me outright. Or maybe he was just that poorly trained in knife combat that he just failed.
The cut marks on my hands suggest I tried to catch the blade. In any case, he failed to kill me.
The Arsenal with the face fuzz tried stabbing me in the stomach but I guess the training kicked in, as I instinctively leapt back and all I got there were very small scratches on my stomach. As I dodged those attacks, I think I may even have got a hit in.
I have no idea where a third slash, which hit my chin, came from. To be honest, I can’t be totally sure about the exact sequence of how the attack took place, it was over so quickly.
I fell down, but still on my feet, clutching my throat. Our assailants had run off. My friend was lying behind me, in a ball, clutching his face. He had a facial wound, but we had no time, we had to go.
“Come on mate, we’ve gotta go.” I grabbed and bundled him towards the restaurant’s staff changing room. We helped make sure we moved onwards. Carrying each other, we made it.
While he locked the door and I clutched my neck to try to staunch the bleeding, I gave him my phone and told him everything he needed to tell the police, quickly and precisely.
Just facts. He did and as he talked on my phone, he rummaged around the staff locker room to find more clothes to use as makeshift bandages to help me try and stop my bleeding.
At this point, I thought I had done my bit and was ready to stop. Stop talking. To sit. To close my eyes. But the lad kept me talking. That probably kept me alive.
Within seconds armed police were on the scene. I told them calmly, succinctly, what had happened, what the attackers looked like and that they had suicide vests on.
They radioed the information in and quickly escorted me and my friend out of the Black & Blue.
We can rule out that the 47-year-old Larner is the “young lad
” behind Geoff...
In the video of Geoff where he walks with a hand on his throat, these “makeshift bandages
” are nowhere in sight...
I guess the work a hero is never done, even after all of his heroics and his own life threatening injuries, Geoff continued to only worry about others…
Inside there was already a man being frantically treated for multiple stab wounds to the back. Then another paramedic yelled to clear room for another patient, who had suffered head and neck wounds and was bleeding profusely, too.
He couldn’t get in, so I jumped out of my seat, still clutching my left hand to my neck to keep control of my own bleeding, and grabbed him with my right hand and pulled him in. The paramedic jumped straight in behind us and got to work on him, as the driver gunned the engine and made sure we all got to hospital at breakneck speed.
And of course, a real hero wouldn’t boast about his own heroics (like putting a message on Facebook about protecting a bouncer...). If this remarkable story is true, we all have to agree that Geoff is a “real” hero: http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/815584 ... hero-story
Geoff Ho was visited by Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla at the Royal London Hospital. Maybe I’m alone to think that a “real” hero wouldn’t bow down to a Royal mass murderer; here’s a picture with Charles.
There is only one witness in the London Bridge and Borough Market “terrorist attack” deserving of the title - star witness – gay rights activist Richard Angell.
Richard Angell, director of the think tank Progress, was in the Arabica Bar and Kitchen in Borough Market when police ordered staff and diners to lock the doors, leading to chaos as some 30 diners began trying to clamber over tables to safety.
Angell described how one waiter put his foot against the door to wedge it closed to keep the “terrorists” outside: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/ho ... 72591.html
“This remarkable young waiter, who probably wasn’t being paid very much, positioned himself next to the door, put his foot behind it and wedged it closed.
“Everybody else panicked. Me and a couple of friends tried to calm the storm. We were trying to work out what was happening, stop people injuring each other as they were clambering to get away from it all, turning over tables.
“A member of staff locked the door. Despite the fact that their lives were at risk, the staff were concerned about our lives, which was a remarkable thing, and I will be going back not only to pay the bill, but also to double the tip.”
Here’s a picture of the glass door of Cafe Arabica; maybe there are more than the following 2 explanations:
1) We – the slaves – are under complete mind control, and believe the most ridiculous lies by the state media.
2) The 3 terrorists were complete idiots, who saw the door being closed and tried to push the door that opens to the outside.
In the following video, we can hear some of the public appearances by Labour Party Progress magazine editor and LGBT executive member, Richard Angell.
One of the interesting things is that in various interviews he tells literally the same story, as if he has carefully prepared his statements.
I believe that he tells the story of the "hero" Gerard Vowls, who chased the “terrorists” throwing a table, a bike, chairs and glasses at them, while warning people to get out of their way.
In the following video Angell tells how the waiter in the Black & Blue blocked the terrorists from entering through the door. He also tells about a bloodied victim leaving the Black and Blue, right next door. It’s not clear if this is supposed to be Geoff Ho, Roy Larner or somebody else:
Through the window I saw this guy leaving the restaurant Black and Blue, and he was covered in blood. He was holding his chest or neck, and he was staggering through. I just hope he found the medical attention he clearly needed.
Richard Angell is another one of those really, really independent witnesses – so we know we can trust him...
In the following article, Richard Angell describes his experiences with the current Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan: http://www.progressonline.org.uk/2016/0 ... in-london/
He was a delight to work with. He was an activist minister
He was a great advocate for the cause of anti-racism generally, he showed a real understanding of how antisemitism reared his ugly head.
It was impressive to watch and a moment of pride when a Muslim, our soon to be mayor of London, on behalf of the British government welcomed 120 parliamentarians from nearly 40 legislatures to London for the first inter-parliamentary committee on combating antisemitism.
I believe the role of a government is to bring people together. To give collective endeavour to diverse groups and facilitate the building of communities.
Labour members across London must unite around Sadiq
Here is Sadiq Khan’s response on Twitter to this great example of independent reporting “Very kind piece by@RichardAngell
The following video is a nice overview of some of the completely “independent” witnesses, who just happened to be on the scene on 3 June.