Confessions of a crap anarchist: how I stopped a riot.

I’ll never forget Sunday 11th October 2011. I took my mum down to a demo to help save the NHS. We joined a bunch of activists from UK Uncut and occupied Westminster Bridge in protest. I got to sing Strike! Occupy! Resist! in front of the Houses of Parliament. Shame we didn’t take it apart brick by brick and set up group to run the country with decisions made by jazz hands amongst the ruins. But anyway, what bliss to be alive and all that.  Continue reading “Confessions of a crap anarchist: how I stopped a riot.”