I keep my quill concealed in my boot, just as villains do their daggers
29 November 2010
No ifs, no buts, say NO to all the cuts
UCL Occupation, Day 5
Between the meetings, discussions, updates and proposals, we dance a ceilidh. The caller is a music teacher from SOAS, heavily moustached, the other side of middle age, and wearing a bright knitted jumper. He sings in Italian. He sings a song about wallpaper that hails from Bethnal Green. We dance to his fiddle. We all get hot, not bothered, for an hour or so.
But there is something to get bothered about. But you have to dance too.