Oh no! In light of the decision by the Phoenix Cinema in East Finchley to willingly and knowingly show… a film!!!, two members of the Phoenix Trust have resigned. In anger!! Yes, flagrant and life-long anti-semites, Ken Loach and Mike Leigh have resigned because of the showing of an Israeli film. Never mind artistic freedom, the right of cinema goers to see films of their choosing, the 2 Tossers want the power of veto, demand that freedoms of anything must be judged according to their own warped and Nazified set of prejudices. No-one minds when the Phoenix shows their awful films and no-one goes to see them. But a film made by an Israeli, any Israeli, even a film that depicts a single Jaffa orange, and out come the jackboots and swastikas once more.

Well fuck Mike Leigh and fuck Ken fucking Loach (‘nuf fucks). And all credit to the Phoenix management for being brave enough to show the film which was always going to be politically sensitive. And getting graffitied by some morons for their trouble.

And what’s the opposite of a ‘hate march’? The ones which occur every Saturday. Demanding annihilation of Israel, death to Jews, Rivers and Seas, support for murderous death cults. What’s the opposite? Because that’s what happened last night. A ‘love march’, which didn’t actually march anywhere. Because we were all to busy loving each other and enjoying the gorgeous summer evening, wrapped in our star-of-David flags, to actually move anywhere.

On the other side of the road were a few people who’d come ‘in their droves’ (37 of them) to protest along Loachian, Leigh-ian lines. Anything Israeli, or even Jewish, must be bad, so get your keffiyahs out, grab a Palestinian flag and PROTEST. But on our side, defending the cinema, mainly by kibbitzing and schmoozing (just ‘talking’ really), there were hundreds. Happy, cheery, chatting, mooching round, bumping into friends and acquaintances. If only someone had thought to cater it. It felt like a street party and the atmosphere was one of love and niceness.

One report spoke of ‘protesters clashing’. Didn’t happen. Lots of people crossed the road to bang their heads against the brick wall of stupidity and the misinformed narrative of Gary Linneker, George Galloway and the BBC, but mostly we just enjoyed the moment and, most importantly, showed that you can protest in a really lovely way. Mel wouldn’t let me hit anybody.

And you can’t have that crap right where you live.

Happy Friday

A xxxx