You know what it’s like in London, there’s never a mosque around when you need one. I recall the Muslim takeover of SW1 late last year, when thousands of pro-Palestine supporters found themselves caught short, and decided that Downing Street would have to do for a spot of al fresco prayer. As the Adhan blared at a dizzying volume, the Old Bill watched on meekly from the periphery; an arrest about as forthcoming as a bacon sandwich. I remember thinking then, this was not a good look for Britain.
