Don’t stop the Red Stripe chaos

I AM resigned to Carnival, even though my pee-stained street still reeks a week later. This year – after a record number of stabbings, arrests, assaults on cops, Lily Allen’s white-out, and a £7million policing bill – the lobby to move it to Hyde Park is louder than ever. But I say leave it. The original Afro-Caribbean residents of Notting Hell have been expelled by the same centrifugal forces of gentrification that have flung normal civilians out of more desirable postcodes, leaving them ghettos for the super-rich, as the LSE reported in new research last week. Let the jiggy floats and steel bands reclaim the streets, and the Red Stripe drinkers revenge themselves on the chateau-bottled rich in their mansions for a couple of days a year.