The documentary charts the devastation David Copeland enacted. (Netflix)
On 30 April 1999, all Colin Barr could think about was the weather as he made his way to Soho, London, on a Bank Holiday weekend.
It was a limpid Spring evening. Barr, who had moved down to the capital from Glasgow, Scotland, the year before, was off to meet his queer friends for drinks.
He was on edge – only two weeks ago, the streets of Brixton shuddered with the din of a shoebox-sized nail bomb that injured 48 people. He was sure it was a one-off. Nothing to worry about.
Then he watched the news – it had happened again, this time in Brick Lane days later. Thirteen wounded. All he could do was wait. Wary of what, if anything, was around the corner.