Run riot
Well, it was all a bit of a damp squib in the end, he said sadly. I had visions of posting from inside a besieged BoE as enraged mobs scaled the walls while we hammered crooked pieces of wood over the doors. As it was, it was all a little bit prosaic. We were locked in with plenty of food, water and lavatory facilities between 11am and 3pm. SHOCK! We had to leave through the back entrance when we did eventually get to leave after 3pm. HORROR! A few protesters wrote rude words on our our walls, generally spelled incorrectly (have they never listened to Tom Lehrer's "Be Prepared"?). EEK! So although it was a bit of a weird day overall, with very little work done and an amazing sight in our canteen (all denim and t-shirts, and not a tie in sight), it lacked the vital interest that allows it to qualify as a day I can tell my grandchildren about.
The best suggestion I heard was that having planned it all carefully on the internet, absolutely none of the protesters should have turned up, leaving the tumbleweed blowing across Bank Junction and 5,000 police officers turning to each other saying "It was Wednesday, wasn't it? Have we got the wrong day? I could have sworn they said 1 April...oh bugger."
Nick
Playlist: Trick of the Night - Bananarama; Where Time Stands Still - Mary Chapin Carpenter.
The best suggestion I heard was that having planned it all carefully on the internet, absolutely none of the protesters should have turned up, leaving the tumbleweed blowing across Bank Junction and 5,000 police officers turning to each other saying "It was Wednesday, wasn't it? Have we got the wrong day? I could have sworn they said 1 April...oh bugger."
Nick
Playlist: Trick of the Night - Bananarama; Where Time Stands Still - Mary Chapin Carpenter.