Roy Walsh, a retired civil servant from Freshwater, Isle of Wight, is continuing to defy a large gang of adults and children who, he claims, have camped outside his house with lanterns and songsheets, demanding to be served figgy pudding. Police marksmen are standing by as the siege enters a fifth minute. Reports suggest that other householders have succumbed to the menace and paid protection money to the gang.
‘They’ve been caterwauling about how much they like the stuff ,’ said Walsh. ‘Now I hear they won’t go until they get some. Well, they’ll have a jolly long wait, that’s all I can say. We didn’t bow the knee to Hitler over this kind of thing and I’ll be dashed if I’m going to let these blighters get away with it.’