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I don't have a good feeling about the day. I expected some massively organised thing but when I showed up to the stewards meeting there was a grand total of seven people. Friend reckons my goose is cooked with MI5. "Who's that with the floppy red hair?" The things people will do when they're procrastinating elsewhere with stuff. All I learnt about the secretive and mysterious London anti-authority activist quasi-terrorist anti-establishment trade unionist green leftist socialist communist liberal whatevers (hi there gov spiders, you're welcome) was that the police and the march people sort it all out in advance. "We just want to get you from A to B" is apparently how the police put it. Sounds pretty reasonable to me.

Oh yes, and Injustice will be projected onto the Channel Four building on: 9.00 pm THURSDAY 1st MAY 2003. Families of those who have died in police custody will be in attendance. Great film that should be on TV for people to judge for themselves. A bit awkward for anyone holding themselves up to be moral guardians.

UK Government offices have also been advised that they are economic targets, whatever that means. It's the symbolic violence aspect of May Day that gets to me. It's not damage per se, people love being primal. It's when the target is meditated, the effects calculated for broader interpretation. That's not me, not something I want to be part of. I'm up for pounding the pavement again though. Bit of fresh air, a bit of venting, a bit of soaking up the community vibe, a bit real. Anything to get away from this LCD.