Not being funny but I broke into the Angel Hotel last night in Cardiff where the ConDems are staying during their conference and did a gig inside!!!1
March 6, 2011 by cosmoakacitizensmith
The day started out in fairly jolly style. There was a Wales TUC demo through Cardiff on the day the Conservatives and LibDems had the cheek to both turn up in town and have their respective conferences. A few thousand marched, which was a great turnout.
(But bearing in mind what mischief our rulers are up to we need to work harder to get EVERYONE out next time. And I mean EVERYONE!)
After a ritualised booing session outside the Angel hotel where the LibDems were staying, the crowd ended up at a rally in Sophia Gardens. But instead of listening to samba and some boring speeches, a small contingent of ne’er-do-wells made their way up to the SWALEC stadium where the Tory conference was being held and gave them some good, old-fashioned abuse.
“EMO!!!!!!!!” shouted a few people at the Tory filth as they turned up. “WHO DONE YOUR HAIR, THE FUCKING COUNCIL?” These were of course cryptic references to the rather dreadful state of our nation’s rulers’ hairdos. Or should that be hair-don’t-bother-mate? There was also some seriously bad tie action being displayed by the Tories and again, this had to be viciously highlighted as they turned up.
You can watch some of this and more on the video here, (many thanks to Rachel!):
Thereafter, consensus was reached to retire to the public house for some much-needed refreshments. Some people were up for going off to Swansea where the BNP were having a meeting, but as all I’d had to eat that day was 6 pints of Guinness I ended up zedded out at home and missing lots of fun.
However, at about two in the morning the delectable Ms Gail Something-Else decided that we had to go back to the Angel hotel in order to see if they had a chocolate fountain and steal it. On arrival about an hour later, we found there was no security on the door, so we let ourselves in and sloped off to the bar. There were a large number of what could only be described as Hooray Henries and Henriettas getting drunk and singing. The barman looked pleased to see some normal people.
As I had the guitar, it seemed a shame not to have a blast. But I was fiddling with my camera, one of the Hooray Henries came over and shouted: “STOP TAKING PHOTOS!”
I informed him I wasn’t but he didn’t seemed convinced. “I SAW YOU!!’ he squealed triumphantly. “Erm, I think you must be mistaken,” I replied. ‘I’M WATCHING YOU!!!” He screamed threateningly, in the voice of someone who was used to being obeyed by their social inferiors. (Which isn’t threatening at all, of course, so he sounded ridiculous. And he probably had no idea I was a lapsed Hungarian baron, so far and above more socially superior to his good self). He left and went back to his mates.
Then the woman who ran the hotel heard there was a bit of a rumpus going on so came by to APOLOGISE to us about her unruly guests. The besuited posh dude came back over and tried to explain himself. “Get out of my space, you Tory twat,” the delectable Ms Something-Else said.
The woman who ran the hotel looked sympathetically at us.
“THESE TWO WERE OUTSIDE EARLIER TODAY PROTESTING AND CAUSING TROUBLE!” screamed suited posh dude. “No we weren’t,” Gail replied, “we were peacefully protesting, as we are now, so like I said, get out of my space, young man!”
Again the boss looked sympathetically at us, and once she realised she’d calmed the situation down and the posh dude had gone back to his posh mates, she apologised to us AGAIN!!! Poor lady, she must have been having to deal with these twats all day!
In the meantime, a prospective Welsh AM called Sian came up and commented on how she liked Gail’s tattoos. “Yes, they’re red and black. Symbolic,” said Gail. “Very nice!” said Sian, before inviting us into the lounge to lounge so I could set up my guitar and play for the assembled guests.
Yes, you read that last bit right.
So with Gail dancing, and me singing, we gave them a blast of the new album Picket Line Party. Which they seemed to like. Sian and one of her friends, a guy who was running the conference, wanted us to come back the next day. “So you’re ANARCHISTS, are you?” Whereupon we spent the rest of the evening very cordially abusing them for being sell outs. And in fairness, as the evening progressed we got them both to admit that in their considered opinion, Nick Clegg was a cunt.
Well, like I said, it was all quite civil. And I have no doubt that the LibDems seem to think that they can do a whole lot of good in this Coalition. But we had to very respectfully and unequivocally point out that in our considered opinion, this is without question a load of total and utter bollocks.
So. The message is: the real movement for change is on the grassroots. We need to wake up and really think about what sort of country we live in, cos if we leave it up to our political class we are just going to get mired down in more of this kind of nonsense. Talk to your friends, your family, those people on your Facebook profile that you hardly ever communicate with etc and SEE YOU ON THE STREETS!!!