Calm after the storm
The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from a long drawn out hangover. TOH made me go and see The Jacket at the cinema last Sunday night. It was very good, if not a teeny bit cheesy.
Monday, we went into John Lewis to finish off that bloody wedding gift list. It was only slightly stressful. Then we went to see Millions, a very good film. In fact, in parts it is a brilliant film. Especially the musings of the saints which the young hero can see and talk to. The only problem with it was that it was fairly obvious they didn't really know how to end it and so it went on too long and finished on a bit of a bum note.
The most exciting thing we did this week, however, was join a high-profile Greenpeace mission where some people got arrested!
Actually, we arrived long after they got arrested but we still did our bit.
As part on the ongoing climate campaign, some of GP London went and chained themselves to Land Rovers at a dealership in Kensington while others stood outside waving banners and generally drawing attention to the action.
We arrived in the afternoon, long after the first wave of folks had been carted off for questioning, to hand out information and wave banners.
I was absolutely stunned at the amount of people driving SUVs around Kensington - no wonder they are called the Chelsea Tractor. I reckon one in ten vehicles were 4x4s. Most of the drivers were absofuckinglutely livid when I waved my banner at them.
I tried to give one man a leaflet, for his information, and he spluttered "I'm a farmer! I don't need this crap!" Oh yeah, of course he was a fucking farmer. With such an authentic Eton accent and hands which looked as if they'd never been near a lawnmower, let alone a field of crops or livestock. And besides, there is no problem with farmers - it's idiots who drive these things in towns and bits of the country which are Tarmaced who need a wake-up call.
All in all, a very good day.
Monday, we went into John Lewis to finish off that bloody wedding gift list. It was only slightly stressful. Then we went to see Millions, a very good film. In fact, in parts it is a brilliant film. Especially the musings of the saints which the young hero can see and talk to. The only problem with it was that it was fairly obvious they didn't really know how to end it and so it went on too long and finished on a bit of a bum note.
The most exciting thing we did this week, however, was join a high-profile Greenpeace mission where some people got arrested!
Actually, we arrived long after they got arrested but we still did our bit.
As part on the ongoing climate campaign, some of GP London went and chained themselves to Land Rovers at a dealership in Kensington while others stood outside waving banners and generally drawing attention to the action.
We arrived in the afternoon, long after the first wave of folks had been carted off for questioning, to hand out information and wave banners.
I was absolutely stunned at the amount of people driving SUVs around Kensington - no wonder they are called the Chelsea Tractor. I reckon one in ten vehicles were 4x4s. Most of the drivers were absofuckinglutely livid when I waved my banner at them.
I tried to give one man a leaflet, for his information, and he spluttered "I'm a farmer! I don't need this crap!" Oh yeah, of course he was a fucking farmer. With such an authentic Eton accent and hands which looked as if they'd never been near a lawnmower, let alone a field of crops or livestock. And besides, there is no problem with farmers - it's idiots who drive these things in towns and bits of the country which are Tarmaced who need a wake-up call.
All in all, a very good day.
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