Not really a Random and Weird Phone Shot, as this fits more with my Statements-in-the-city themed posts, though much like the RAWPS, it is temporary, but it doesn’t matter anyway. What matters is the message.
Just wondering, how do you think we will justify ourselves to future generations?
I have posted in the past about anti-Brexit marches I attended, in Manchester and in Leeds. So now I’m posting about the one I went to on Saturday 20 October–the largest one by far and the largest march in UK since Stop The War in 2003.
It was a People’s Vote March–campaigners demanding a vote for the final Brexit deal, but come on, everyone was there with EU flags and Bollocks-to-Brexit stickers.
An estimated 700,000 took part, I think that is the official figure. Trust me, it was HUGE. I was there. I have never seen that many people together in one place ever, in my life. The march went from Park Lane to Parliament Square (where there was a stage set up for the speakers) but a lot of us couldn’t even get to Parliament Square, because it was so packed with people, so we had to turn around and go back.
Coaches came from all over the country, many of them paid by celebrities or other VIPs. There were four coaches from Manchester and I was on one.
The coach departed at 6:30am. I’m very much a not-morning person, but for this I got out of bed without throwing any abuse at my alarm clock. I was as excited as a kid going to Disneyland!
One thing’s interesting–I suffer from really bad travel sickness, especially on coaches but on this occasion my stomach didn’t flutter once, and I sat right at the back where it’s usually the worst. The Universe was looking out for me on that day.
Some North West representation on the above two pics. (The flags on the bottom one are Cheshire flag and Lancashire flag.)
People really got creative with their banners and placards, though I had no chance of snapping many of them, due to the sheer size of the march. I think my favourite one was “I’m so cross I’m missing football for this”. If that’s not a sign that it’s serious, then nothing is.
At the Hyde Park Speaker’s Corner there was a gathering of dogs with their owners, who campaigned for Pet Passports (this concerns all of us pet owners). They set up a pee station for them.
What I love about these marches is the atmosphere, everyone is so positive and people are dead nice to each other.
Whether there will be a People’s Vote or not remains to be seen. It’s probably something I won’t be able to participate as I’m not allowed to vote in UK in anything other than local elections (and will lose even that right after April 2019). Once again I will be just watching other people entering polling stations like I had to do on the day of the EU Referendum.
To be fair, the campaigners are demanding a Final Say For All, which would include us and those British citizens living in the EU countries that couldn’t vote in the Referendum because they’ve been out of the country for too long. If David Cameron wasn’t so stupid he would have given us the right and we would have swung the result the other way and he would still be a Prime Minister, but it’s pointless to talk about that now.
I hope this march will still be talked about for years to come. And I can look all my current and future nephews in the eye and tell them, that on that beautiful sunny autumn day in London, I was there.
Link to Guardian that has some good shots from the march.
Today marks three years since I started the blog. I have had phases when I posted very little, but overall it turned out quite well.
The only reason why I hadn’t started earlier was that I worried about running out of ideas–or indeed having ideas in the first place. It was when I came across the word “photoblog” somewhere that I was finally confident to set up one. Because I could just post pictures and nothing more and I had lots of pictures. I have since bought a new camera and got my own domain. And did a dystopian series.
Here’s today’s picture, taken yesterday:
I still worry about running out of ideas, I admit. I want to know, how do other bloggers feel? What made you start your blog and what about the blogging process do you find is the hardest?
Do not feed the horses. They are on a special diet.
Please note, I’m not making fun of this sign–I completely understand the horses should not be fed by the park’s visitors. In fact, it annoys me when I see people feeding animals in places where there are big bold signs instructing NOT to feed the animals. Like, you think that doesn’t apply to you? Ugh…
So, the sign. It just made me smile, that’s all. I’ve noticed I’ve gathered a few pictures of different signs, it seems they are one of the things I like to photograph, both with my camera and the smartphone. The blog is helping me discover myself and I love it! Here’s the tag.
How about you? Is there an object you like to take pictures of that is not the obvious landscape/nature/portrait thing? Tell me in the comments and share your work!
Reblogging my own post because it’s the 2nd Brexit referendum anniversary and I don’t know what else to post. Last year, I made this big song and dance about forgiveness, but to be truthful, I don’t think I have done it. I thought I could try, at least, a bit, but it’s still too raw. I need more time to heal and if it has to take five years, then so be it.
A march is taking place in London today, which I will not be attending–at least not physically but will be there in spirit. I’ve been to two marches (which I posted about on blog) and it was absolutely fantastic, I hope I’ll get a chance to attend more marches, or similar events.
All the people will be brothers, are Ode To Joy lyrics.
Today is the anniversary of the Brexit referendum.
The past 12 months have been a rollercoaster of negative emotions, from anger to disappointment, to sadness and helplessness and rage so intense, it made me want to break things. That sick feeling when I woke up on the morning of 24th June 2016 to the referendum results? I never, ever want to experience that again, ever.
It’s exhausting and I’m tired of it.
So–what now? This now.
It was the song.
You know when you listen to a certain song and it, like, does something to you? I’m sure most of you have experienced it. So, I was listening to The Beatles–which is unusual for me as I normally favour 90s to present music, but I bought a ticket to see their museum in Liverpool, so I thought I should play me some of their tunes. Now, I’d known this…
I didn’t expect this to happen. Even though I’ve not been posting in the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge as often lately as before (most of my participation was in 2016), it still came as a shock and I am not liking this. As if we needed more good things to come to an end… Yes, I am being negative.
With that, I have decided for the final entry to share the three photos that received most likes.
Interesting that the most popular one is food.
I think I’ve seen some bloggers coming up with alternative challenges, I will check these out. What I liked about WPC was that you could interpret the title anyhow you wanted. Also, anyone here remembers the Discover Challenge? I really liked that one but they dropped it without a word. Though I only managed to post four times before it was stopped, those posts still remain my favourite ones.