I got all the way to New Cross before I convinced myself to stop being silly and turned back. But I had been all ready to go up there, to tory headquarters, and insist they leave office. The sight of CaMoron spouting lie after lie from that podium in Birmingham earlier had been too much; trying to tell the country that he and his party are decent human beings when their greed-motivated cuts lead to so much suffering. Thinking they had a right to laugh at those who did actually care. Portraying greed as good; conservatism as somehow altruistic. At one point I was shaking with rage, feeling angrier than I had ever felt in my life. I was heading up there to take direct action – those unelected shits were going!

Yet, halfway there, I realised it was pointless. What could I achieve? they would just ignore me. I got off the bus, crossed the road, and came home. I’d wanted to rid us al of the vermin currently inflicting their selfish policies upon us, but what could I have done? Fuck all, that’s what; and now I’m back I still feel furious, but I also feel utterly powerless.