I actually haven't read the story, and I seemed to have missed it in the papers, so it can't have been that earth shattering an event.
We don't have enough guns in Britain, especially in the country-side. I read that a village in one rural back-water actually hired a veteran Serbian sniper to take pot shots at them as the villagers went about their daily business. Before, their lives were long but dull, but during the period of his employment the villager's average day was an adrenalin fuelled frenzy. Bit on the short side, true, but exciting all the same. The school run and dog walking became highly dangerous and jogging became an extreme sport overnight.
House prices went through the floor, meaning the offspring of true locals could actually afford to live in the village; previously, the houses were bought up by wealthy London city workers who communted into that particular hell-hole.
It all came to an abrupt conclusion when a squirrel accidentally took a packet in the head and the animal rights people got the sniper sent back to Serbia. Apparently he was an illegal immigrant. But hey, all good things must come to an end.
