Drama And The Queen.

This 'ere is Peter Tatchell.
He protests about Bush.
He protests about Israel.
But sometimes, he protests about Zimbabwe.
Even about protesting.


He was the gay Labourite who went up against fellow election-virgin Liberal, Simon Hughes, in Bermondsey many years ago.

Bermondsey was where I acquired my ability to be an awkward sod, especially when working, never letting the bastards get to me.
Destry riding again?
Could be.
I learned from master bastards, seventy year-old guys who'd been in the Navy, or the Army, or gangs, or deserted. They taught me how to swear a blue streak without actually being vulgar.
Bermondsey used to be London's Hell's Kitchen. They were rough times. But the old men were okay. It was the present generation I couldn't stand.
Anyway, Peter lost the election and became a loose cannon; Hughes went on to be favourite for the leadership of the Lib-Dems, until, that is, last week, when he(belatedly after 20 years) finally admitted he was also a homosexual.

Thing about Tatchell, he isn't afraid to have a go.
When Mugabe visited London a few years ago, he got into his limo, sat beside him and performed a citizen's arrest.
The guards beat him up, and he got arrested.
It was a brilliant way to demonstrate the utter bullshit that surrounds British Law.
It seems that anything can be ratified then ignored for the sake of a quiet life.
But Peter won't keep quiet.

Anyway, that's the last you'll hear from me about him.
His methods are great, but too much of his politics are beyond the pale.