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Next Date is Saturday April 12th! See you there! Wear masks!
Delicious and excellent weekend... complete with delicious and excellent cake.
This is a long post, and I apologise, and if I get three people telling me to put the damn thing under a cut then I shall do that. There will be a separate friends only post for the rest of the weekend.
Friday I ended up missing Sanctus (after all that!) because I was caught up making flag, patches, sewing IngSoc logo, planning Saturday. Went to bed at 3.30 am, crawled back out at 7am on Saturday.
Saturday- Wake up, get dressed, wonder if activism is worth all this bother, be assured that it is. Get to Tesco, buy 48 delicious little cakes, water, straws, cups, party hats, shiny masks, string, safety pins.
Get lift to station, acquire orange juice, become more human. Too excited to sleep on train despite powerful NEED to sleep. Get to Liverpool street, meet other Anon. Travel with them to Forbidden Planet after detour to scope out second location. Acquire masks, cover faces, descend to tube. Find moar Anon, including Starship Trooper Chickenonymous (a man, I tell you all now, who is made of the most epic and incredible win). Help carry things to Queen Victoria Street, having given some of my own items to Liverpool St Anon. Offer the first of the cakes to charming strangers and start explaining Why We Wear Masks.
Warning is met! Before leaving Blackfriars tube we find a Sign advising us to mask up because spies have been sighted. Everyone is suitably masked, and I start giving away the glittery party masks to poor anon who find themselves with inadequately behaved scarves/sunglasses.
We arrive at QVS. Chickenonymous is reunited with his bucket, and the many bottles of water (26 litres!) he brought is set out, with a hundred colourful party straws so that Anon can drink without taking Anon's mask off. Some excellent chants, including the legendary "Cult! Horse! Cult! Horse!"
Handed out cake, filled in questionnaires, directed the press toward the free cake/ fizzy orange/ water/ sweets. Good warm up for Tottenham Court Road, which was much bigger.
We moved en masse (though a rather stretched out masse) to Tottenham Court Road, partially overground and partially underground, handing flyers to passersby as we went. Upon arrival, I took a selection of informative flyers from assorted Anon and began to inform the General Public of Anon's intent. The General Public were amused, entertained, and wished us the best of luck for the most part.
The Weighted Companion Cake was great, it was delicious and moist (and the icing was very well done), so hurrah for Portal references!
Chickenonymous made collections with his bucket and relays across the road to the KFC were made. Usually I avoid KFC like the plague, but I made the exception this once and enjoyed the chikans with the rest of Anon. About £228 worth of chicken was bought, overall, though some people got a lot more than others. And some bastard stole £30 from the bucket between QVS and TCR. If anyone finds out who did that, please be so kind as beat them up and take their PIN so that they can buy the chicken next time.
Many excellent chants and memes, lots of it was good and clear, really got through. Some truly excellent pictures taken- will put up a further post made of links and pics later, when I have as much info as possible collated and can give you about thirty flickr accounts to look through.
We lasted till about 5pm, when we were dispersed and all went to the pub. We were at all times polite and helpful, and many Anon were seen with bin bags helping to clean the place up so as not to leave mess for General Public or the city to deal with.
I'm planning for next time already- going to bring plenty of water and juice, probably bring some kind of savoury food just as a general thing. If it can be arranged for people to bring those giant tea caddies you see at rallies, that'd be great. English Anon must have tea!
Note- Scilons were indeed taking their children through the crowd, as I know I've never seen that high a percentage of kids with Innocent Members Of The Public when I've been around TCR and Oxford Street on a Saturday except at Christmas. Well done everyone for carefully avoiding even the least incident, as we deprived them of ammunition.
Yes, I am aware that posting my record of Anon's activities shows that I am affiliated with Anon and that now the Scilons can stalk me. Pardon me while I go make certain parts of my journal friends only, yes?
Delicious and excellent weekend... complete with delicious and excellent cake.
This is a long post, and I apologise, and if I get three people telling me to put the damn thing under a cut then I shall do that. There will be a separate friends only post for the rest of the weekend.
Friday I ended up missing Sanctus (after all that!) because I was caught up making flag, patches, sewing IngSoc logo, planning Saturday. Went to bed at 3.30 am, crawled back out at 7am on Saturday.
Saturday- Wake up, get dressed, wonder if activism is worth all this bother, be assured that it is. Get to Tesco, buy 48 delicious little cakes, water, straws, cups, party hats, shiny masks, string, safety pins.
Get lift to station, acquire orange juice, become more human. Too excited to sleep on train despite powerful NEED to sleep. Get to Liverpool street, meet other Anon. Travel with them to Forbidden Planet after detour to scope out second location. Acquire masks, cover faces, descend to tube. Find moar Anon, including Starship Trooper Chickenonymous (a man, I tell you all now, who is made of the most epic and incredible win). Help carry things to Queen Victoria Street, having given some of my own items to Liverpool St Anon. Offer the first of the cakes to charming strangers and start explaining Why We Wear Masks.
Warning is met! Before leaving Blackfriars tube we find a Sign advising us to mask up because spies have been sighted. Everyone is suitably masked, and I start giving away the glittery party masks to poor anon who find themselves with inadequately behaved scarves/sunglasses.
We arrive at QVS. Chickenonymous is reunited with his bucket, and the many bottles of water (26 litres!) he brought is set out, with a hundred colourful party straws so that Anon can drink without taking Anon's mask off. Some excellent chants, including the legendary "Cult! Horse! Cult! Horse!"
Handed out cake, filled in questionnaires, directed the press toward the free cake/ fizzy orange/ water/ sweets. Good warm up for Tottenham Court Road, which was much bigger.
We moved en masse (though a rather stretched out masse) to Tottenham Court Road, partially overground and partially underground, handing flyers to passersby as we went. Upon arrival, I took a selection of informative flyers from assorted Anon and began to inform the General Public of Anon's intent. The General Public were amused, entertained, and wished us the best of luck for the most part.
The Weighted Companion Cake was great, it was delicious and moist (and the icing was very well done), so hurrah for Portal references!
Chickenonymous made collections with his bucket and relays across the road to the KFC were made. Usually I avoid KFC like the plague, but I made the exception this once and enjoyed the chikans with the rest of Anon. About £228 worth of chicken was bought, overall, though some people got a lot more than others. And some bastard stole £30 from the bucket between QVS and TCR. If anyone finds out who did that, please be so kind as beat them up and take their PIN so that they can buy the chicken next time.
Many excellent chants and memes, lots of it was good and clear, really got through. Some truly excellent pictures taken- will put up a further post made of links and pics later, when I have as much info as possible collated and can give you about thirty flickr accounts to look through.
We lasted till about 5pm, when we were dispersed and all went to the pub. We were at all times polite and helpful, and many Anon were seen with bin bags helping to clean the place up so as not to leave mess for General Public or the city to deal with.
I'm planning for next time already- going to bring plenty of water and juice, probably bring some kind of savoury food just as a general thing. If it can be arranged for people to bring those giant tea caddies you see at rallies, that'd be great. English Anon must have tea!
Note- Scilons were indeed taking their children through the crowd, as I know I've never seen that high a percentage of kids with Innocent Members Of The Public when I've been around TCR and Oxford Street on a Saturday except at Christmas. Well done everyone for carefully avoiding even the least incident, as we deprived them of ammunition.
Yes, I am aware that posting my record of Anon's activities shows that I am affiliated with Anon and that now the Scilons can stalk me. Pardon me while I go make certain parts of my journal friends only, yes?
