FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Touch typing for activists

*Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the Party*

Dress in your best, Bring a bottle. Bring hummous. 

Bring a banner and a guitar. Bring a will of iron and a cheerful determination not to be overcome. 

Bring a hardhat and a stabvest, times are hard. Bring a mask.

Bring a drum, spare sticks and gaffer tape for your fingers. Bring your friends. Hug them, for life is short. Cherish them. Bring the number of a pro bono solicitor.

Stand 6 feet apart. You will need more than one signaller and the basses will get out of time with the snares; but persist. Resist. Continue to exist.

Play on, play loud, but refuse to play the game. Remember Greenham. Remember the clause 28 march at Manchester.  Remember when we took to the streets to protest and to party. Remember doing the Guardian crossword while blockading the streets?… with jugglers?…on stilts?  

Dance- like it was breathing. Sing – like it was loving. Hold on to the Joy  of dressing up and getting out there and flinging yourself into sweaty togetherness – friendship, politics, lust and life, beautiful exuberant mad life, all mixed up with a cherry on top. 

Try not to be downheartened when onlookers say “They should just get a bloody job” Try not to feel smug that when the world ends in deeply polarised, abject poverty, forest fire, flood and screaming, then they’ll be sorry. Try not to say “I can’t believe Im still protesting this shit at 70”

Try to find a way in which making animations of ballroom dancing sheds and flying cactus can somehow…come to the aid of the Party?
Amazingly few campaigns feature dancing garden buildings.
*Amazingly few discotheques provide jukeboxes*

*The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog*
The quick green protester jumps over the lazy Tory.

And now is the time for all good persons to come to the aid of the Party

Fin McMorran (age 65 and 3 quarters) Eighton Banks, Tyneside