Showing posts with label The futility of a badly organised piss up near a juice rail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The futility of a badly organised piss up near a juice rail. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Underground, Overground, Vomitting Free?

I wonder if this will have actually achieved anything apart from a few arrests / assualts, a handful of injuries and (depending on which reports you may have read) up to fifty members of tube staff being spat at. Oh yes, let's not forget the slippery drink-spilled platforms and service delays. What it actually achieved on the night was a lot of folk on the right side of being middle-aged having a lot of fun. Let's face it, do you think Boris will change his mind and over-turn the Underground drinks ban after this protest / party? If he does, I'll start a new band that uses empty Tennents Extra beer cans as slides and plectrums and call it "Rainbow Kiss" (fuck it, I might just do that anyway - I can picture the band's logo now...).

Below is Alexandre Graham, 26, who works for the Royal Bank of Scotland and was one of the organisers of the party. He now fears for his job after being caught posturing in front of a camera.

Unfortunately (or hopefully according to many Evening Standard readers) losing his job may become a reality for him. Nevermind Al, it's all part and parcel of growing up and lessons learned in life etc, and on that score it's mission accomplished, you idiot. But hey, what a way to get the sack, eh? Now that's real anarchy!