So Many Protests
by Sylvia A. Winters
What have I been doing lately?
I’ve certainly been writing more. I’ve been playing around with a few different ideas, some old, some new, since finishing my Welsh highwaymen story. I’ve also been catching up with family and friends, doing the whole social thing that I guess I neglected a little in the last few weeks of writing that story.
Mostly I’ve been protesting. I’ve been on three marches in the last two months, protesting the new government’s horrendously anti-social policies. A couple of days ago I was at the massive demo in London, where more than 100,000 people turned out, and in combination with other cities, over a quarter of a million people overall. It was really something. Several different blocks were organised with different starting points. I stuck with the People’s Assembly, but there were blocks for the NHS, for animal rights, for human rights, blocks for the unions and worker’s rights, just about every group that is suffering or going to suffer under this government. After marching two and a half miles, we converged with all the different groups at Parliament Square, where music played and eventually several talks were held by celebrities and politicians. I went by myself, but bumped into a fair few people I knew there. It was a long day. I got up at six to catch the coach at eight, and we left London just after five, arriving home gone eight in the evening. The heating was broken on the top deck of coach, so the journey was pretty awful. We were all sweaty and dehydrated, but it was so worth it. There’s another protest happening in Bristol in a couple of weeks, and I’ll be at that as well. And I’ll probably be at the one after that, too.
It’s summer now, and Bristol is beautiful in the summer. Everything smells like weed and the parks are full of people, music playing, people juggling and slacklining and hulahooping. People spill out of pubs and the streets are full of chatter, beer and smoke. I’ve been living here two years this month, and I’m not bored yet. I think I’ll be here for a few more years yet.