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The Manifesto Club: why I love Britain
By Will last year, at the end of August Add your comment below
In some countries, protests are an excuse for fundamentalism, an exhaust pipe of pent up anger. Some of them exist purely to fuel anarchists’ brainless belief that nations can prosper without governments. It’s a lovely idea, but about as desperately hopeful as me ever hitting a century at Lord’s.
Britain has its own nutters, like anywhere else, but we also do a very fine line in polite protesting. Admittedly these are all too rare, but they’re there. We are a nation of disgruntled, bitter bastards yet quite content to formalise our anger, funnelling it into a solid statement of intent via grown-up means. The best example comes from The Manifesto Club, a group of drunken farts who are mightily pissed off about the ban on booze in public.
So far, so normal. But how are they gaining publicity for their campaign? That’s right: by staging a picnic. Admittedly, picnics are an example of outdoor drinking and so forth, but the whole idea couldn’t be more equisitely British. “Right, you swines. I’ll show you. Come on, chaps - let’s stick it up them and hold a picnic in Hyde Park.”
Well done them.
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