White and black

Spent Saturday at the Make Poverty History rally and march. On the day I didn’t want to go, having an intense dislike of crowds, but I’d committed myself months ago when I learned about the campaign and that charities and campaigns who really know what’s going on were getting behind it. I didn’t really know what to expect. I’d avoided the anti war protests at the start of the Iraq war because I simply believed 2 million people couldn’t be right. Rule of thumb – if it’s a mass movement, it’s simplistic and wrong. That, it turned out, was my error, and Saturday meant a lot. Sure, a lot of people were along for the ride, there to see celebs, fashion etc, but the fact that all round I heard people talking about debt, trade etc, even in the pub afterwards, meant that for some people their views were changing. Billy Bragg gave an inspiring talk about how he first got into politics, and how that connection between ‘big ideas’ and his everyday life was first made. That seemed to be happening all over town on Saturday, and it can’t be bad.
Sharleen of Texas gives it her all while the cameraman is about to lose his wallet
Placard: Down with That Sort of Thing!
Saturday was all white. Sunday was black – I went with Pestilence to see Batman Begins – her Father’s day treat for me. It was indeed a treat for me, if too long for her.  The star of the picture for me were the sets of Gotham City, in its earlier heyday and as the nightmare of decayed hi-tech and squalour it had become. I enjoyed the plot with the gang boss best, before the Ras Al Ghul story where the whole city was in danger (which was probably needed for Hollywood) really kicked in. Batman started out as a scourge of gangsters and this was the most ‘believable’ – on a human level – part of the story.