Nice Sunday in Brighton, where members of the RH witnessed first hand the warm welcome organized by thousands of Brightonians and antifascists for the pitiful bunch of nazi drunkard thugs and their likes.
As a matter of fact, the locals loved the fascists so much, that they tried to convince them not to take the train back home and stay in Brighton. Forever.
As always, the police acted as personal security for the fash, even after the latter had dragged their booze-filled bellies back to the train.
THE RABBIT HOLE 