On Monday morning, I was wandering to find a coffee in my friendly corner of north London. It was a sunny day, and my heart lifted to spot a cluster of yellow ribbons fluttering on the railings of a local corner garden – a rare sign of support for the 48 Israeli hostages who remain in Gaza. As everyone will know, 7 October is the second anniversary of their brutal kidnap and captivity.

Suddenly, a cloud covered the sun. A young woman was standing in front of the railings, mechanically cutting down the ribbons . Snip, snip, snip, she went, as she put them into her bag.

My immediate response was fury – a cold rage to equal her sub-zero cruelty. I didn’t stop to think; my brain gave me no choice but to challenge her. I decided to film our exchange too. “What are you doing?” I asked. “How

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