Together we can shape the future !

The past few days have created bonds that will not break and culminated in what was probably the most surreal experience of my life. I experienced a whole range of emotions from paranoia, fear (the brown adrenalin kind)excitement and jubilation.

It all started under cover of darkness, the Underground section of the Wombles cracked and secured the Convergance Center, rather ironic actually for the vegans and vegies amongst us, The Old Bacon Factory was at last fulfilling a usefull purpose.

Then the Overground section moved in, cleaned up, fixed sinks and toilets, then redecorated establishing amongst other things, a Vegan Cafe, Creche, Info room and Workshop areas.

During the next few days we found no trace of any pigs inside our new home, however, there were plenty of 'Pigs' on the outside trying to look usefull and harassing the people with thier video cameras, as we entered and left the Convergance Center.

Like everthing else in life, there were a few minor and funny mishaps, 'The Mad Scotsman' who set the alarm off, which brought us to the 'Pigs' attenion sooner than expected. The burnt rice vegan hotpot (it was supposed to be Hickory flavour, HONEST). And last but not least, the Gaurdian jurno who tried in vain to infiltrate, but was quickly spotted by aunty Bulgeria and very fluffly ejected.

With much beer and little sleep i arrived at the final day (which appeared to have a range of plans from A-Z). Unlucky for me i got plan P (for paranoia). This consisted of a
3 hour wait deciding what to do next ( do i drink beer do i drink coffee) everytime a phone went of went off the paranoia increased (who needs Albran ive never been so regular in my life)ha ha.

Eventually we made the whiteup to find that the majority of the Wombles had managed to avoid any of the Pig detection methods. As we marched up Wardorf St we linked arms and excitement set in, Monopoly money was distributed amongst the needy (everybody) and i felt that many had become one.
On reaching Oxford St my first thought was
FUCK ME WE'V MADE IT.
by this time it was to late for the State, for 90 minuets we did what we had set out to do, demonstrate peacfully
(and crashing through 3 Police cordons on route). Admitted, others expressed themselves in various other ways, but that is thier perogative (unlike the media frenzy we have experienced leading up to Mayday and the multi national
co-ops) we are responsible for our actions and what we say.
I chose to do what i did of my own free will.

Having achieved our goal the Wombles disapeared (overground, underground? that remains our secret)
we resorted to plan B, surprisingly we found ourselves in the pub, minus some bits of skull and a complete missing Womble. That Womble was later accounted for, safe in thier burrow.
My gratest loss that day was my lucky baseball cap which is probably still decorating the pub. See you all soon. Bob