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In Westminster last night, twenty-five thousand people turned out to protest to the current trade laws which cost developing countries $700 billion each year.
Therefore:
Marmite and me. 9pm
We were queuing for Westminster Abby, where in a candle-lit vigil would happen followed by a procession to Whitehall, along by Downing Street.
Upon arrival, we managed to find some people with whom we share a school and took advantage of their position in the queue.
An inflatable representing corporate muscle, lead around by a mad hatter and a white rabbit.
This was about the time that we parted company with afore-mentioned school friends. They were the most embarrassing people in the world:
Phoebe: Do you buy fair trade?
Random boy: (with touch of sarcasm) Well, yes.
Phoebe: ME TOOO! *giggle*
Mad Hatter: ALL HAIL CORPORATE MUSCLE!
Crowd: booo!
Afore-mentioned school friends: *giggle* All hail corporate muscle! *giggle*
Crowd: WTF?
Emily, Jazz, [insert name] and me.
Westminster Abby filled fast as did the church next door.
Those who couldn't get in, lit candles outside the church
Suzi, Jazz, [insert name] and Mary outside Westminster Abby.
Candles, 11pm.
The organisation expected Five Thousand. When five times that many people turn up, no one really knows what's going on.
This was the march at midnight.
And along that road, all of those lights are candles.
There was a comedy show at 1am. Oh 'kito, I laughed so hard I cried.
"THE RAGE THAT YOU FEEL IS SO DISPROPORTIONATE TO THE CRIME" - Andrew Maxwell
"And now the oil's running out . . . and where's the fattest place in the world?" - Andrew Maxwell
". . . all these politicians saying "Britain's full". That's right, another Asylum Seeker comes in and the people in coastal towns start falling off the edge" - Marcus Brigstocke
Me in the floodlights. 2am.
We had left the Methodist Town Hall and had found the warmest place in Parliament Square. Those lights were both blinding and burning.
Fair Trade café, 4am.
That's Quinn with the camera. This was outside the men's toilets.
Suzi and Erin . . . well, almost.
Emily proceeded to loose the tip of her eyebrow piercing three times in that café. Once on textured carpet, once in water, once on the floor of the men's toilets.
Left to anti-left: Suzi, me, Erin, Mary
Me at Parliament Square. 5am.
Just before sunrise. kewen attempted to prove that I did not look demonic in every photo ever taken.
March at 6am; Wake Up to Trade Justice.
To find out more about the Trade Justice Movement and exactly why things need to be changed, visit the Christian Aid website here.
Therefore:
Marmite and me. 9pm
We were queuing for Westminster Abby, where in a candle-lit vigil would happen followed by a procession to Whitehall, along by Downing Street.
Upon arrival, we managed to find some people with whom we share a school and took advantage of their position in the queue.
An inflatable representing corporate muscle, lead around by a mad hatter and a white rabbit.
This was about the time that we parted company with afore-mentioned school friends. They were the most embarrassing people in the world:
Phoebe: Do you buy fair trade?
Random boy: (with touch of sarcasm) Well, yes.
Phoebe: ME TOOO! *giggle*
Mad Hatter: ALL HAIL CORPORATE MUSCLE!
Crowd: booo!
Afore-mentioned school friends: *giggle* All hail corporate muscle! *giggle*
Crowd: WTF?
Emily, Jazz, [insert name] and me.
Westminster Abby filled fast as did the church next door.
Those who couldn't get in, lit candles outside the church
Suzi, Jazz, [insert name] and Mary outside Westminster Abby.
Candles, 11pm.
The organisation expected Five Thousand. When five times that many people turn up, no one really knows what's going on.
This was the march at midnight.
And along that road, all of those lights are candles.
There was a comedy show at 1am. Oh 'kito, I laughed so hard I cried.
"THE RAGE THAT YOU FEEL IS SO DISPROPORTIONATE TO THE CRIME" - Andrew Maxwell
"And now the oil's running out . . . and where's the fattest place in the world?" - Andrew Maxwell
". . . all these politicians saying "Britain's full". That's right, another Asylum Seeker comes in and the people in coastal towns start falling off the edge" - Marcus Brigstocke
Me in the floodlights. 2am.
We had left the Methodist Town Hall and had found the warmest place in Parliament Square. Those lights were both blinding and burning.
Fair Trade café, 4am.
That's Quinn with the camera. This was outside the men's toilets.
Suzi and Erin . . . well, almost.
Emily proceeded to loose the tip of her eyebrow piercing three times in that café. Once on textured carpet, once in water, once on the floor of the men's toilets.
Left to anti-left: Suzi, me, Erin, Mary
Me at Parliament Square. 5am.
Just before sunrise. kewen attempted to prove that I did not look demonic in every photo ever taken.
March at 6am; Wake Up to Trade Justice.
To find out more about the Trade Justice Movement and exactly why things need to be changed, visit the Christian Aid website here.