Miscellaneous

Stop Brexit March in Manchester

Today I present to you some shots from the Stop Brexit March that I attended here in Manchester on 1st October.

First, the essentials, which I ordered from word up design:

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And now for the pictures from march and the street party and rally. Some flags:

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Banners and placards:

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For those who don’t know and are asking, what bus? This bus:

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Basically, that slogan is a lie but people didn’t know that and for many that was the reason to vote Leave. That’s the bus I–and many others–have been thrown under. I still have tire marks left over from it.

Elvis was here.

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This is Mike Galsworthy of Scientists for EU speaking at the rally.

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And of course, fake Boris Johnson riding a unicorn.

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And finally Alastair Campbell playing Ode To Joy on bagpipes.

The march took place to coincide with the Conservative Party Conference, which is currently taking place in Manchester. This is part of Autumn of Discontent–a series of marches happening all across the country.

It is also the first time I’ve been out on the streets protesting since my mum took me with her to the Velvet Revolution demonstrations in November 1989, which spelt the end of Communist era in Czech Republic and Slovakia.

Resistance shall not be futile!

Random and Weird Phone Shots

Random and Weird Phone Shots – Best Friends

This picture is cheesy as hell, but the only reason I took it like this is because I hate having my picture taken, I never have my picture taken–as a matter of fact and I run and hide if I see a camera lens approaching me–and the only part of myself I am willing to photograph are my hands. Hence this.

The kid whose hand is touching mine here (mine is the one with the khaki sleeve) is a boy who is very special to me. I first saw him a day after he was born; he’s nine now and has always been a part of my life and I have always been a part of his. Sadly, he lives in London with his mother, so I only get to meet him when he comes to visit his dad in Manchester. I will continue to refer to him as “nephew” even though that may not be the case in the future. (But that’s a different topic.)

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I’ve been deliberating whether to post this picture. Posting would mean I would have to get a but personal and, like I said, it looks cheesy. But then I thought, what the hell, so I posted.

Too much shit is going down in the world today, so remember to spread the love.

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