Hi, its me again, Trish, from the Palestine Action march a few weeks
ago. Remember? I was the tall fair-haired woman (not completely
natural in colour but everyone says it really suits me) wearing Laura
Ashley and my keffiah, singing about rivers and seas before I got
arrested. Anyway, my husband pitched up with our solicitor and 2
eminent barristers from his golf club and they arranged my release.
Humphrey was understandably a bit put out that I was in a jail with a
dozen certified jihadis, 3 imams and Marge from my bridge club. Told
me I should be keeping better company, he’s never been keen on Marge.

Well next weekend it’s going to be even better. As I gave my email to
everyone at the rally who asked for it, I’m on the register for action
for Palestine Action, action? Along with the new Palestine Action
Workers Collective, the Group for Action in Palestine and Save the
Whales. Whatever, I’m pretty darned ‘hard core’ if you ask me. My
knitting circle were literally agog when I told them. So I get the
bulletins of upcoming ‘events’. Along with calls for sharia law and
voting for Jeremy Corbyn, the wretched little man. I could never vote
for anyone that grubby. But still, I don’t have to reply to all the
messages. Like the ones asking for money to support the Holy War. But
one did catch my eye.

This weekend we’re going to March again, but all proclaiming our
allegiance to Palestine Action again and, according to Imran, 500 of
us will sit down with our banners of support and consequently get
arrested. BUT… and here’s the good bit, the time and money and
resources required to process 500 people is so ridiculously excessive,
for a bunch of middle-class half-wits who’ll never get to court, means
the Police won’t bother. We’ll have won. I’m just not sure precisely
what that victory will mean, but that’s the whole point of protesting;
it’s sheer pointlessness. Because its safe to say that not one, single
Gazan child will avoid starvation because a bunch of virtue-signalling
imbeciles sat in Parliament Square trying to get a group of
treasonous, destructive terrorists to become un-banned by the
government.

But if I don’t go to the protest I’ll have to start baking for the
cake sale in the village in the Cotswolds where our farm is. And I’ve
run out of flour.

Happy Tuesday

Tricia xxxx