Protests are back and I want in.
As a teenager, I was generation apathy, my only protest to cry in outrage at the price of a pack of fags (and even then I was too lazy for roll-ups).
Blithely I listen to tales of my mother as a self-styled anarchist in the green-wellie brigade, her passion fuelled by a rural cider press and thirst for change. And I'm jealous. My mother is one of the meekest people I know (unless she is defending her children) yet she has validated her existence by standing up for her beliefs.
I would like to change this.
Apathetic no more I am to be an eco-campaigner. According to the top tips for DIY activists, I alone have the ability to "expose the damage and misery brought about by the insatiable consumption of domestic animals, spurred on by subsidies which only benefit mono-culture and factory farmers - the least deserving spongers of all time." Gulp.
I have a belief; I believe British farmers should feed Britain. So first things first, I will boycott anything not produced in Britain.
Secondly, I must set up camp in Westminster and state my intention to reverse planetary annihilation, or at least ensure the survival of the British Isles in the face of global famine.
Does anyone know the rules on Parliament Square? Can I take my dog Roo with me? Has anyone seen Swampy recently?
Today I'm going to find out these things and more.
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