Yes, I too was scared. After weeks of libelous attacks on us by corporate media, News of the World scum, Evening subStandard and others calling us “dangerous” and “public enemies”. Amid increasing police intimidation tactics and threats, May Day is here and me and Cholet are sitting in a gay bar in Soho with my arse working overtime! We nipped down to the ladies, which were empty to womble up. And after 10 minutes of fumbling amid gasps of surprise (the madam was the only female womble in the place). We merged fully wombled and ready for action. Handing out money from the Skank of England provoked quite a lot of amusement for passers by and tourists.

A van drives by and I listen to the lingering taunts of “No Future” from the Pistols I couldn’t help but think “that’s great, but what’re you doing today, John?”

We were soon joined by brothers and sisters from the Secret Bacon warren at 57 and while Cholet and I stood guard, the rest dived down an alley to womble up. After much panicking, I calmly asked to hurry up as I was sure the Police were about to arrive. To much relief we arrived at Oxford Circus to the cheers of crowd and its “fuck me, can we really pull this off with only twenty of us?” Big uppies to the brother and sisters, we did!!!

Couldn’t believe it when we went of the first line of riot cops, but by the time we’d gone through three, we had found ourselves whittled down to about 8 or 9. But we had the crowd believing that as a solid mass, we could win and we did, we fucking did. WE WON.

Love and rage,

Cousin Ukraine.

PS. Thanks very much to the many who helped us get our whites off. And special love to the wonderful girl in a black top who stayed with me to get my padding off while surrounded by riot cops. Your place is assured in Womble Heaven.