Yesterday afternoon was stupid; in fact, it was a total wste of time and all I got out of it was an increased disliking for busses. I had learned from facebook that there was supposed to be a protest by ddisabled people against the cuts. I gather most disabled people feel as strongly as I do about the cuts in thhe nations budget aabout to be forced upon us. It was in speaker’s corner, in Hyde park. Not having been to a protest before,I decided to go despite the rain.

In retrospect, I should have stayed home and done some reading. It took three busses and two hours to get there: the 53 went on a detour, meaning I had to take the 12 then the 6. It meant a lot of waiting at bus stops, asking for help, then squeezing on to increasingly crowded busses. To make matters worse, the rain got harder and harder. When I eventually got there, I found the place deserted except for a few men tidying up plackards. My fellow crips had deserted their cause already – I was less thaan impressed.

I turned for home. I was going to retrace my stteps, or try to, so I got on a number six. Thhen I realised it went to Trafalgar square, so I could get the 53 directly. I seem to be getting to know my war around town. I got home about two hours later, after what seemed to be the longest and slowest bus ride in history, wet, irritated and needing a drink.

My keeness to protest has not diminished. Would you believe, at PMQ’s today CaMoron tried to claim that todays better-than-expected figures were their fault, when in fact thhey show that what Labour was doing was prudent, and that cutting now will stop the recovery in it’s infancy. I still believe we need to get rid of this government as soon as possible, or at least stop them implementing their draconian, ideologically-inspired cuts. Thus I think we need to protest, to make our voices heard. However, I think it’s best I stick to blogging to do this – it’s far easier, and much, much drier.