More pictures from protest against the Co$, London, March 31st 2007
Setting up the demo on our side of the street.
And we're not just saying "our." The police had decided
that owing to the substantial number of people present (BBC TV
documentary film crew) the protesters had one side of the street to
themselves and the clams had their own side. Protsters did not voilate
this rule, clams did.
Starting up the demo, John on boombox, Hartley and Charlotte on
leaflets (Stephano and new protester joined us later).
Throughout the demo, the BBC TV crew engaged in conversations with the
senior clams. This meant that the clam TV crew (the ones in black on
the right in this picture poking the camera in the nose of the
journalist) and the main BBC cameracrew and the second BBC camera crew
all had to fit on the pavement.
John and auxiliary protesting mascot. At one stage, all the heady OT
stuff in "history of man" became too much for the bear, and
he tried to fly away (taking a bunch of leaflets with him). We gently
persuaded him to join us again.
The interview moved back the clam side. Graeme Wilson looking on from
Graeme Wilson didn't so much look angry as resigned to a fate worse
than death. He appeared about as much in control of events as he was
in control of his tie.
Not a happy looking clam in sight. John kept trying to get a smile out
of Graeme - all to no avail.
At this stage, I would like to say that although we empathise with the
suffering that Graeme and others will go through at the hands of the
paranoid cult, it is the cult which is doing it to them, not us.
You can walk away - all of you!
This chap kept a camcorder peeled on us throughout the demo.
More interviewing happening at the clam door. A bit of a crowd.
Happy smiley clam demonstrated his respect for common law and order by
coming to stand on our toes.
All that effort maintain good TRs, and he was still informed of the
rules and duely skulked off home.
Maybe he wasn't knowlingly breaking the rules of the day as explained
earlier. After all, it's plausible that the clams who had been told
couldn't care less and didn't bother to tell their
minions. Either way, the rules were simple, the clams kept breaking
them and we complied.
While the junior clam might not have known about the rules, it's hard
to imagine that the DSA didn't. She still came over to take the
mandated photos (this is intimidating, how??). The police saw her off.
The clams and the police having a conversation.
If the OSA could look any more miserable, it would take actual wailing
and rending of clothes.
Last modified: Tue Apr 3 06:26:22 BST 2007