I raided my penny jar (literaly) and got a train ticket to London (from Norfolk) for the fools day demo.
this was the first one I've been on in a number of years (25) but as a working man (before the shit hit ) i needed to show my support / disgust at what has been happening.
I arrived at cannon street and things were good, even with the expected cattle herding.
when we arrived at the bank i was blown away by the diversity of people there.
Sitting on the bank of England steps and rolling a fag was surreal which added to the great atmosphere.
I then got mixed up in the Threadneedle street / Bartholomew lane stuff and as we all know what happened i won't go in to that.
After being evicted and finding my way back in (twice) i sat and chatted with people, listened to the reggae sound system and wondered what now
After five and a half hours i blagged my way out ( there were one or two decent cops ) and got a train home.
On the journey i felt angry, angry at the cops, angry at the goverment, angry at having to sitting on the train floor while first class was half empty.
This re-lit an energy in me that had been buried under everyday shit for so long.
full of this re-found fight i wanted more, i looked but nothing, was that it ?

Where do we go from here ?