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After feeling utterly powerless and seeing that the then-Tony Blair-led govt was taking us to war regardless, joining the march was the only thing I could do to demonstrate how I felt. It was the first demo I went on and I took my mother with me. One of the most striking aspects...
I marched in London traveling from North Wales, I felt part of something big, good, great, I loved the togetherness, "our name", you and me my friend, we hold the same and I am proud to walk alongside you. Of course you can,t help but enjoy a carnival atmosphere, the drums are a...
Marvellous day, met a very knowledgable chap who took my photo of me with my banner, which still has a prominent place on the bookcase, I can't remember his name, but would love, to get an email from him, what a day!!! the speeches and atmosphere were unforgettable....
My wife and I are not the protesting types, but we were both so incensed by the prospect of being dragged into a silly conflict that we wanted to make our voices heard. My abiding memory is that the police formed a cordon to stop protesters going into MacDonald's!...
We got the chartered train along with many others from Hull and walked with thousands of others to Hyde Park - we took so long to get there (the streets were THICK with so many people/dogs, music and police) that the happening in Hyde Park was over by the time we got there!...
It was an incredible day. The numbers of people and the diversity was tremendous. I could not believe how many people came and I was excited and moved.There were thousands of parents with their children. There were thousands young people dressed in their favourite colours with colours in their hair and clothes. I...
CRY HAVOC By Peter Biddulph December 13, 2006 Morton's Neuroma. That's what the surgeon said. If you walk for a long time on a hard surface, the nerve in your third knuckle on your left foot will fire off, and you'll be in trouble. And so I was, shuffling through the stinking horse manure of London's...
I had been going to meetings and smaller rallies since July 2002 in San Francisco. My nephew, in the Marines Reserve, had been called up to Camp Pendleton (he bravely refused to be deployed to Iraq when asked). My heart was full of anticipatory grief in February 2003. I feared that there were...
