The Mrs says that my coat makes me look like a Big Issue seller. Christ these lefties are snobs. But on reflection she has a point and ahead of a trip to Northern Greece where it is minus 7 at night and barely above zero in the day I headed to town on Saturday to find a replacement. Luckily I had my camera to hand as I encountered several hundred poorly dressed folks, most of whom seemed like the sort of under-washed workshy bums who will pitch up to protest against anything. The smell of weed was thick in the air as I wandered along trying to find the most idiotic placard in Bristol's latest Donald Trump hatefest.
Natch, underneath my new coat I was wearing my Hillary for Prison T-shirt. The group chants were predictably inane, led by a man with a microphone. At one point he paused for breath and I shouted "Drain the swamp!" No-one seemed too riled.
The prize for the most ludicrous banner set came from this mother and daughter act below. They smiled sweetly as I asked them to pose together. Do they not see the stupidity of their family contribution. This mother should be reported to social services not only for feeding her daughter a diet of lentils and assorted other organic fairtrade shite but for screwing the kid's head with such logical flaws at such an early age. Maybe it is not her daughter but her son who is being encouraged to dress in girls clothes as part of learning about fluid gender identity. Who knows? But this woman should be locked up.
The rather pretty girl below was my last encounter. I put it to her that Trump had no need to invent an enemy as those fellow at ISIS were jolly bad fellows, chucking gays off tall buildings, butchering folks at the Bataclan etc. "Are they not your enemy too I asked? We meant Muslims said the girl and her pals. But that is not what your banner says is it? Said I. But what is your point said they? Reflecting that I had already made my point, that is to say that their banner was total cock, I ripped open by coat to reveal my T-shirt and shouted loudly "we won, you lost get over it and drain the swamp".At that point I decided it was time to head off. I had work to do - for most of the folks marching that really would be a four letter word.
MB. Isn't the chap in the green beret an ageing Neil from the young ones?
Now enjoy the rest of the assorted band of privileged middle class whingers and professional haters. "If you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow."
