Friday, September 23, 2005

PS Don't Do It, Kids

Still, it's always nice to have friends to fall back on...



(Artistic licence courtesy of LC)



This evening's question is: do I have time to go to the Oxo Tower tomorrow, avail myself of two very fetching Mibo lampshades, and still make it to Parliament Square in time for the kick-off of the British Troops Out Of Iraq march? And more to the point, will the lampshades be a help or a hindrance to the entire proceedings? Am I going to find myself shouting "What do we want? More lampshades like this! I mean, an end to our totally unjustified military occupation of a foreign country!"

This has been me, Patroclus, bringing you the latest news from the frontline of grassroots political activism. And interior décor.

Mind you, I once turned up to an anti-Criminal Justice Bill rally wearing a suit. There was a certain irony to the fact that the crusty leading the goats up the steps of the QEII Conference Centre looked at *me* funny.

8 comments:

LC said...

You do, of course, realise that by taking part in the march all you'll really be doing is adding legitimacy to our government's actions by helping to propogate the myth that we live in an open, democratic society where protest marches are not only permitted, but actually influence the decisions of politicians. Plus, you'll effectively be saying to the people of Iraq: "We made this mess, now you clean it up, g'bye."

Or you could really make a difference and buy the lampshades...

patroclus said...

>>actually influence the decisions of politicians<<

If past experience is anything to go by, the level of influence is somewhere below negligible.

Unless you were referring to Robin Cook's resignation, of course.

Lampshades it is then! It'll certainly make a difference to my hall - there's a bare bulb there currently. Although I could always claim I was going for the "squatter chic" look.

Fizzy good said...

Too late for this kid I'm afraid. Blame my irrational attraction to people called James.

I would have gone to the march, but I'm a naïve idealist. Of course, if - as is likely - the government again fails to act in a way that reflects the will of its people, it will massively undermine the (in any case incorrect) belief that we live in a liberal democracy. Which will mean we can all have a good moan over a fag.

cello said...

Hope you made it to the demo, pat. I like to think I know people who can act on their principles and not just sulk in the corner like me. The lampshades will still be there next weekend.

patroclus said...

I did indeed, cello (although tush and fie to your claim that you just sulk in the corner - you're far more politically active than I'll ever be). Updates to follow.

Bearded Lady said...

get the lampshades, i love mine and might get more

patroclus said...

I wanted to, Ori, I really did. But for some reason Mibo see fit to close their Oxo Tower shop on a Saturday - probably because that's the day when the South Bank is positively thronging with people from wealthy overseas nations who have more money than sense, and who as a result of Mibo's lack of commercial foresight, are then obliged to spend their money cramming themselves into the BA London Eye, thus directly contributing to Rod Eddington's enormous salary and indirectly contributing to the suffering of hundreds of BA and Gate Gourmet manual workers who are subjected to the filthy capitalist whims of their increasingly fatcat bosses (sorry about this, but I've just been reading the Sep-Oct issue of Class Struggle in the bath).

The long and short of it is I pressed my nose up against the window for a good few minutes before it became painfully apparent that I was going to be leaving without purchasing any lampshades whatsoever, not even the ones that were reduced to £12...clenches fists in frustration.

Right, enough of that. I'm off to the Science Museum to marvel at how Charles Babbage and Ada Lovelace almost invented the programmable computer in the 1850s.

Fizzy good said...

London bloody Eye. It's rubbish.

Today I are be mostly being inarticulate.