Continuing the review of my favourite or at least more conspicuous posts from the last twelve months, here's the last one for today: In June the streets began to fill again. I also took to the streets but normally after midnight. When I posted this I'd no idea how big a part public art was going to play, I'd just really had it with statues. It would be another five days before Colston fell in Bristol, and Black Lives Matter was never about a "culture war" anyway, it was about deaths in police custody. As more and more attention was paid, I began to feel genuine hope, unlike anything I'd really felt before. Then the BBC gave Naga Munchetty a bollocking, and a prize to J.K. Rowling. This is from June the 2nd...
Here's nothing. I'm keeping vampire hours again. Lacking both heat-reisistant gloves and goggles as recommended by the excellent Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, and unkeen on combing through fourteen years of my social media to wipe it of "personal details and anything that could be perceived as inciting violence" as recommended by the excellent Varaidzo, oh and also, you know, just being a hoverer, I didn't get to Trafalgar Square on Sunday to mourn George Floyd until two in the morning.
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