Let me put it like this. David Cameron said in the run-up to the Royal Wedding, "I am the Prime Minister and I am telling you if you want to have a street party, you go ahead and have one."

His targets were Council "pen-pushers" who were, apparently, trying to spoil all the fun by requiring party organisers to be properly insured in case of trouble or accident, have arrangements in place to clean up any mess, show they had made appropriate security and safety arrangement and so on.

Actually, I wasn't organising a street party. 

I happen to hold the view that the monarchy is an outdated anachronism, incompatible with our claim to be a democracy.  I find the idea of a ruling family ludicrous in the 21st century, and I object to the extent to which the Royals are funded from the public purse.  The extent of the Royals' scrounging off the state really puts the paltry amounts social security "scroungers" are alleged to be trying to fiddle into perspective.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good wedding as much as the next man (or maybe that should be woman).  However a basic requirement is that I know the bride and/or the groom personally.  I simply can't understand why anyone would sit themselves down in front of the telly to watch total strangers getting hitched.

No: the weather being good, instead of watching the Royal Wedding I got on with another filthy and back-breaking four-hour pond-weeding stint.

However, up and down the country, people were taking David Cameron at his Prime Ministerial word. 

Amongst them were teenagers John Gardner and Robbie Seath from Glasgow, who decided to hold a party in Glasgow's Kelvingrove Park. 

I don't know quite what David Cameron had in mind when he uttered the words "street party".  Picture-postcard home counties villages festooned with red, white and blue bunting? Trestle tables covered with the local ladies? crisp white linen tablecloths?  Cucumber sandwiches and cream scones?  Home baking and tea with - perhaps - a small sherry for good measure? 

But the word "party" means different things to different people as anyone who watches Shameless will tell you. 

Gardner and Seath are not really the sort of guys to take a serious interest in trestle tables, bunting and tea.  Gardner and Seath are into massive sound systems and DJs.  The kind of event Gardner and Seath were planning wasn't the kind of thing which normally prompts an "aye, just go ahead" type of response from the powers that be.

At this point you may be starting to wonder whether Gardner and Seath were any more enamoured of the Royals and their nuptials than I am.  It seems that a giant telly showing the whole event blow-by-sensational-blow was notable by its complete absence.   Those ardent royalists attending the event, which ran from 11am, were going to miss the entire Royal Wedding.  Hmm.

Judging by the Facebook comments on pages such as I Survived the Kelvingrove Street Party, this particular party had nothing whatsoever to do with the Royal Wedding other than it was held on April the 29th.

Predictably, trouble broke out.  There were fights, a crash between a police van and a taxi which has left the taxi-driver in a serious condition in hospital, 11 police officers injured and 22 arrests.  Glasgow City Council has estimated the cleanup costs as £40,000. 

At present council "pen pushers" as David Cameron would like to call them are looking for ways to recover this money.  But the event was uninsured.  Gardner said there's no point in trying to sue him; he has no money.  They might be able to sue the nightclub which provided the sound system for the event, but that seems like a bit of a long shot.

At the party, before the violence started, Gardner told the press: "David Cameron said people wanting to organise street parties should forget the red tape. That's what we're doing.  We're not opposed to the wedding. In fact, we want to celebrate the fact it is taking place."

Isn't it now the responsibility of David Cameron, rather than the citizens of Glasgow, to stump up?