those of you schooled in the uk during the eighties will probably recognise that dog in the playground moment.
there are few things better. you’re about your usual business, in your usual haunt, nothing’s doing, when all of a sudden… an interloper; something totally incongruous which justifies complete abandonment of your usual responsibilities just to watch events unfold and subsequently to dissect the minuatae of watching mr wilson skin his knees while he chased a juvenile jack russell round the school field. its sort of like having a busty streaker during an inconsequential mid-table clash of two midland league one clubs.
luckily those sort of experiences aren’t relegated to my halcyon childhood days (nor do they require me to support Coventry City) as i got to work this morning we had a real live protest on our office roof – this time it wasn’t me whinging about how we’d run out of organic peanut butter.
some unspecified activists (its early doors at in this hotbed of political activity so i don’t know who they’re affiliated with) have chained themselves to the offices downstairs from HL’s daytime HQ and climbed on the roof to put a lovely banner. and that, my friends is enough watercooler fodder for the rest of the week in these parts. aces.
edit: turns out they’re from planestupid and i should probably take this opportunity to mention that not only do we here at horse latitudes have nothing to do with easyjet, we’re all for choosing the train over the plane and sometimes even the car for shorthaul journeys. yezzur, you know how we do.
in the spirit of politics here is my favourite protest song ever. not that its very protesty even. more about solidarity. either way, its a great track (and a second outing on hl for the honeycomb utterings of mr eddie kendricks). enjoy.