Tales Of Rebellion

Weekend In The Wilderness part 1

The urge to get away from London gripped me. Things had been getting crazy and the craziness showed no signs of abating. Not a night went by without some sort of incident at the Finsbury Square Occupation. A crazy Italian woman named Marina climbed over tables and desks to grind up against a 16 year old boy who had vexed her.

“Go on, fuck me, you can do it. I am so horny for you.” She moaned sarcastically.

“I'm scared.” Said the 16 year old Harry Potter lookalike.

“Pathetic. I will snap your dick like pencil.”

When another guy usually known for his peaceful good nature, shoved her down and stormed out, I did my best to control the situation. I thought things had settled down a bit when I went to the portaloos for a piss, but I was wrong. When I returned Marina was crying in the corner and everyone else sat around looking distressed. Her emotions could flip at any instant, something I could well relate to.

London was getting to me. I had started to contract that peculiar syndrome of being constantly rushed, distracted, rude and unfriendly. Whatsmore, sleeping and eating no longer had the same significance as they once had. I found myself awake after 48 hours suddenly realising I had eaten nothing but a £1.99 box of greasy chicken during the whole mad binge. I resolved to get out.

It was Jorrick who was to be my co-conspirator in this great weekend escape. He brought me news that a squatted social centre near the border with Wales was under threat of eviction at the same time as a gathering was planned. The organisers were loathe to back down, the event was going ahead as planned and the camp's supporters were rallying a defence from amongst the London Occupiers.

Jorrick's mate, Sean, had agreed to drive us to the camp on his way to Nottinghamshire. Another deranged Italian would accompany us as far as Heathrow where she was catching a carshare to Paris. Angela is completely nuts, Ulrich informs me of this regularly, she has at least 14 personalities- 4 of which like him, 2 of which want to be with him whilst the remaining 10 are either scared of him or hate him and most often make an appearance during foreplay.

Angela is flustered because we are running late and she needs to get from central London to Heathrow in an hour. Sean is pissed off because the car is trapped in the carpark and the machine is asking for £16. Someone from the camp brings their car round onto the weight sensitive plate that lets the barrier up and they smoothly extricate the vehicle from its imprisonment. Sean is relieved, he had just found out that the full cost would have come to £84.

We kick a squatter out of Jorrick's tent and take it down, then we bundle all our baggage into the back of the car. As we drive off Angela is becoming more and more hysterical as the dreaded 9.30 deadline approaches. Somewhere near Leicester Square she demands to be let out and hurries off to an underground station. I was hoping for a bit of peace at this point but get none, Jorrick and Sean start bickering.