Anti-War March, London
Yes, my wife and I were in the anti-war March in
London yesterday. Did we want to make a political statement? Did we feel
the need to profess our love for peace by marching through the steets
of the capital to a rally in Hyde Park? Or did we have a dark hidden hatred
for everything American, and were pro-Iraqi supporters? Lets examine the
facts. Our involvement in the march covered an area of approx.10ft X 25ft............and
lasted about 8.5secs. Basically, we were headed to a restaurant in central
London on Saturday afternoon, and there was a bloody big trail of people
in the way....lol....:)
But this wasn't just any old restaurant visit. This was our little
Valentine's treat to ourselves. We went to The Texas Embassy , just
off Trafalgar Square. The building used to be owned by the White Star shipping
company whose passenger liner, the S.S. De Caprio, sank in a Martini
when it struck an ice cube. And today it is an excellent Tex/Mex eatery,
with huge glass windows, on the corner of a short road which looks out
on the apex where two roads converge into one...............a good place
to watch a march go by. And watch we did. And, spookily enough, the marchers
watched us..............watching them. I think this was a good exercise
in 'people watching'/psychology from both sides. The reaction to the
restaurant, and the diners in it, from the passing masses
, was quite frankly, bizarre. There were
those people who were quite amazed that Texas had an embassy in London.....oh
dear, how sad, never mind - it was cold, perhaps their brains were addled.
But the majority of people fell into the following categories:
- "Look at those b*****ds in there..............it's nice and
warm, and I'm freezing my b*****ks off out here!"
- "Look at those b*****ds in there..............they should be
out here supporting us here!"
These first two reactions either resulted in people giving 'the finger'
to the restaurant, and the diners in it (!), or giving the 'V' peace sign.
I'll let you work out which goes with which. Naturally, there were also
those people who who reacted like this - "I don't understand that building
- I'll look away"- marvellous. I'll never really know why they looked away.
It could have been.....
- an 'Amercian Thing'
- another 'US State Thing'
- an 'Architechture Thing'
- an aversion to glass windows..............is there an '...ology'
for this?
- or perhaps there was a distaste for the English guy inside slowly
supping a delicious tequila sunrise as they huddled past the window? Who
knows...:).
The meal was superb. I strongly recommend a visit to
The Texas Embassy at your
first available oppurtunity. But the day was still young, and the march
was slowly coming to an end at this point in London. They were all converging
on Hyde Park for a sing-song etc...........maybe 100,000 marchmallows on
a 100,000 forks around 10,000 campfires, (based on 10 people per fire, as
laid out in 'Ye Olde Citye off Londone Ordinance 1653 - Parkes Dept.'
- 'Thou shalt not set no more than 10 persons of sound age & constitution
arounde a campfire within the boundaries of the Greater Citye off Londone'
..................). Although not all the marchers made it to Hyde Park.
It was intersting to see how sheepish and coy they were when the approached
the Texas Embassy to come in for a meal, and to get out of the cold. I mean,
there's your principles aren't there...?......and then there's a nice hot
Tex/Mex meal in a first class restaurant - regardless of the fact that
it may be run by people from 'The Big Satan' etc. Commitment - that's what
I like to see :)
So, given that all roads from around The Strand, Trafalgar Square,
down to Westminister - and right along the Embankment to at least Tower
Hill, were all closed off to traffic..............we decided to take in
the afternoon air, (because there were no cars to pollute it!), and take
a
wander
along the streets of London. Greater London Council, or whatever they are
called now, were doing an excellent job in collecting the tonnes & tonnes
of litter & debris strewn all over the streets. One trendy 'social analyst'
- or some dick with a camera, who was filming a pile of rubbish that had
a discarded placard on top of it, nearly got himself & his girlfriend,
ran down by the garbage truck. And this wasn't the last time today that
we saw 'love' stretched to the limits over
his photographic hobby.
Later on, down by the Thames, as the strange evening sun caused 'interesting
shadows' to be cast everywhere......................a guy was trying to
instruct his girlfriend how to dismantle the tripod stand he had just used
to take an arty photo with. As we approached, marvelling at the sights &
sounds of a virtual empty London , there was one unmistakable sight which
I saw - and he didn't. This was the sight of his girlfriend visualising inserting
the tripod up his arse as he rattled on about F-stops and light meters.............ho
hum :).
There were, obviously, many different organisations at the march. This
was demonstrated by the amount of crap laid all over the streets. Would
the most popular and beleviable orgainsations have
less things laid around because people
took them home to read?............er..........no. I think everybody who
was involved in the event was represented in the shovel loads of waste being
thrown onto the garbage trucks. And God knows how many trees were killed/mutilated/hacked
to death in order to make all the little sticks for the signs? The guys
from the Cleansing Dept were picking the posts/sticks up by the bundle load
in their arms. I didn't see anybody shouting 'Save The Trees' here! Only
one rant at a time I suppose...........weekend activists - no backbone for
standing up for all the causes at the same time, eh?
We had a jolly old stroll from Westminister down to Tower Hill, along
the 'River Path'. Sometimes on wide open pavements, and sometimes along
tiny back alley ways, but always right by the river. It was very entertaining.
And remember, the city was virtually empty here. We got talking to a policeman
who explained that all the roads around Hyde Park and North London were blocked.
The traffic was being allowed over London, Waterloo, Blackfriars Bridges
etc - just not down by the river. It was very peaceful. There couldn't have
been more than two dozen people we saw on the 2 hours it took us to walk
that stretch of the Thames. Think
Omega
Man - Charlton Heston, when he first comes out of the cinema, at
the start of the movie, after watching
Woodstock
.............London was as abandoned as that.
Finally, we got to Tower Hill, and made our way up to Fenchurch Street
station to get the train home. (One doesn't drive into London on 'Demo Days'
unless one is a 'bloody tourist' or simply stupid!). And lo! There were,
on the train, some
bright
young things who had been on the march. Crunched into four seats with
their signs still with them. Obviously, they had thought about the trees and
were probably going to get back to their student squat and re-plant the sticks............and
in three, or four years time, after they graduated (!), I'm sure they had
great plans to trek back to The Amazon had bring the wilting twigs back to
their original homeland.........or will they get evicted next month for not
paying the rent? It's nice to see that long leather coats are still in fashion
thanks to Mr Kayak Reeves - Superman's son. I never realised that they were
so much into fashion back on Krypton.........mind you.........they'd probably
would have had to strip two cows and sew them together to make a coat for
Marilyn Brandy - his cross-dressing transvestite father. That's why you only
saw him from his neck down in the first movie.
Anyway, these kids were sitting & chirping away about the day's events.
One girl was quoting from one of the many flyers she had collected en route
- I suppose they needed something for a fire when they got back to the squat.
But one of the most memorable parts of the day for them, and which indicated
to me the exact lack of long-term impact this march would have, was summarised
by one of them like this.....
"Hey, did you remember that guy on top
of the lampost with the tee shirt 'Smoke Dope Not Iraq'.........?"
- how was it for you?
More French ramblings coming soon, just thought you'd like a little news
review from the UK on the London Anti-War march.
Dr P
