So, being in England, I had the police over for a cup of tea in order to get some advice.
The advice was as follows. I was allowed to fight back, but only with as much force as was being exerted against me.It was a “don’t bring a gun to knife fight” sort of thing, although I had no idea how I was meant to be prepared ahead of time to exactly match whatever psychotic shit Ms. London was going to bring next. Was I meant to get my own pram and fight her with that since a pram was what she was bringing to the fight? Trying to follow that logic, I felt like Alice in the scene where she plays croquet with a bird instead of a mallet.