Unsightly day for a no-good menace

NO, I AM not sad that Henry Vincent is dead.

In his short and brutish life he was an absolute no-gooder, a thief, a menace and waste of space who terrorised home owners and paid the ultimate price.

His funeral was held yesterday near Orpington in Kent, and the classy mourners from his travelling community made obscene gestures out of the windows of limousines in the cortege, and later threw stones and eggs at photographers and journalists.

Last month, the police allowed Vincent’s family to erect and re-erect a floral tribute opposite the home of pensioner Richard Osborn-Brooks — who killed Vincent while defending his own home from the burglar — after furious locals repeatedly tore the tributes down.

Yet less than five miles away in South-East London, tributes have been removed from the makeshift shrine that commemorated Fusilier Lee Rigby, who was stabbed to death by Islamic fanatics in 2013.

‘It was unsightly,’ according to the local council.

And this ghastly travesty was not?