The following documents an eventful night that started with the question “are we Leninists? ” and ended with the protagonists finding that they had more thoughts inside their minds than any A level sociology text book could have predicted …
“put the sword down”
Taken away from the formalities of pressed lips and fingers in the air indicating to speak , it proved ,as it allows has, that the level of politics was heightened without the oomp pa pa pressure of stuffy meeting seriousness , a tendency to be adventurous with the idea’s we communicated (like a child that drops it’s ice cream in the grass and picks it up to lick again out of curiosity) prevailed.
(interrupted by the need to tell a fan that our bodies are beautiful)
Cider was choosen unwisely, then we parked our rinky dinks in what we can only assume was an illegal Shisha establishment , from there we marched to the finish line , we arrived there at 2:30 am (is my mum singing about a mass strike as she walks past me? irrelevance!) with the conclusion that there’s more to the communist tradition than having read Chris Harman (bet you couldn’t have guessed that one)
So are you ready, buckle your knee’s , the Happy Mondays are here ..
Nope , Humour
these are the minutes taken from the night described ( a night lacking pies or any other kind of pastry product) , it in no way represents what was achieved on the night, but we are selfish so we want to keep it for ourselves :
live fast, die young , I’ll neck 50 of these
Has anyone got any pets we could take to the vets in the morning?
the greatest sentence of the 21st century
O look the mensheviks won’t let us print Iskra
Why are these so Loose
homage to Jim Higgins in a play
can we call it the death agony of the IS tradition
Teeth (thigh slap , over the map)
don’t blog, make a book
Bob black is a wanky life stylist
Micheal Viks got put in prison for fighting bulldogs
if you take Reichs conception of class consciousness , does that mean we couldn’t catch a mammoth?
these are concentrated times
i don’t eat enough food to go swimming
I was going to take whey protein but thought it a bit macho
this man’s grown a nose while this music has been playing
get them made
Stop idolising Ben Watson….
MARX AND PROUDON GETTING SMASHED AND SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER.
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Quick, pick up your hazel nuts before the rabbits pounce on them ( and i thought the left was rift with opportunists).
Well story time has ended and picket lines will always be a great place to tell a story.
Tune up, Tune out, Queer everywhere
HBDPB
Psychedelic Bolsheviks 