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In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?

(, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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Sometimes its too easy to be spontaneous...
It all started on a friday night. My university flatmate Pete, (who for reasons of anonymity I have changed his name to Pete, instead of his real name: 'Peter') asked me if I wanted to join a protest in London the very next day. It being only a fiver and being my first proper protest I suprised myself by wilfully joining.
This is my story.


The coach ride was dull and cramped. Not being the shortest of students I suffered for 6 hours the drive from manchester to London.
When we got there we joined the main bulk of the march. Never before have I seen so many people in one place, the mood was positive and the atmosphere buzzing. My 5 friends and I followed the protest up until Picadilly Circus. We waited there and started taking some fairly decent pictures.

Then we saw the group of around 400-500 anarchists with black and red flags walking down the street heading straight for the police line. When they got close they charged and broke through. Jumping at the chance we followed the group through the police line before it had a chance to close. We then followed that group around London while they generally tarnished the protest's cause and we got some decent photos.

We trudged back to Sam's Dad's house after a very, very long day. Also missing our coach home. We sat on the sofa thoroughly exhausted and planning a nice sleep. This is when things changed. Sam's dad Ralph decided it was time for some bevvies to top the icing on what had been quite a nice day, and bought us a few in a pub. The pub closed and we decided, you know what? To hell with it! Lets see if there's another place open.
There was...

We drank

We danced

We smoked

We drank

Smoked

Danced

Smoked inside

Drank two doubles, each, again. Danced on tables.
Smoked, drank and danced at same time.
Decided it was a good idea to finish peoples drinks when they said they didn't want them.

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Scene missing
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Flat on face in a living room

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In a bathroom trying an interesting way of cleaning the bath using secondhand just drunk vodka
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Scene missing
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Now picture this:
Waking up in a strangers bed, starkers, soaked in piss, head exploding/imploding with 2 of my friends laughing their heads off in the doorway. Slurred and painful enquiries with some effort gained me the knowledge that my trousers were practically soaked in my golden bladder lemonade along with my pants. And i'm in london. 200 miles away from my accomodation.
It didn't look hopeful.
I hate you, Pete.

Got them to buy the cheapest tracksuit bottoms in any shop then walked around london for 6 hours until the next coach back.

In terms of length, was only last weekend so not that long ago...
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 5:04, 8 replies)
executive summary: lightweight pisses pants

(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 8:08, closed)
That is
Quite the pithy comment.
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 8:23, closed)
Hahahahaha

(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 10:05, closed)
what of the 'decent photos'
are they languishing somewhere in a terabyte slumberland? I think you should post one here?
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 10:15, closed)
Went to 'protest' on a whim...
...followed morons around while they smashed stuff up, getting some great photos and enjoying 'the buzz'.

Words fail me.

I suppose we should be grateful you managed to avoid swinging off a war memorial or poking a posh person with a stick.
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 10:43, closed)
Maybe a bit of clarity?
I meant the protest itself was the 'buzz' bit, it was a nice atmosphere with everyone uniting under one cause. Music, occasional free food and a bit of relaxing in Hyde park was the enjoyable bit. The splinter group of anarchists wasn't really.

I suppose you should be very grateful that I didn't. Heaven forbid what might happen if I had.
Maybe a revolution!
But who knows? I don't happen to be a sociology student with a penchant for ket, weed and squatting so I can't tell you.
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 11:29, closed)
I'm still outraged
and will be writing to my MP.
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 13:08, closed)
I'm even more outraged than you
and will also write to your MP.
(, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 23:08, closed)

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