I'm just going to have to trust you completely...

So it being a nice day and all, we decided to join the trade unionists, autonomous block and fit team on the Mayday march.
There was a pub at the meeting point and we enjoyed a pint whilst watching the masssive police cordon assemble around the black block.
There was a great little sound system, which packed some punch for a twelve volt, and pumped out tunes like Chemical Brothers' "push the button", and some Chris Liberator techno and a bit of gabba, which combined with the larger and general freindly atmosphere of the whole thing, got me quite excited.

I soon realised however, that this basically was an excercise in being photographed and logged by the forward intellegence team, (funny how you never forget an old face eh?) and the various and many other police photographers present, and as ever I began to wish I wasn't so damn tall, and the thick flourescent yellow line that flanked us either side started to get my goat, and before long we decided to chip off early and go home for a nice roast dinner...