Got a great letter in the post yesterday, all about blockading and insurrection in Europe. My friend has been dedicated to this anti-airport blockade where apparently the cops came in and cut someone down out of a tripod the other day. They fell 5 metres! Insane.

I feel so conflicted reading about blockading these days. I wish I could go back to that life, I wish I had the energy for it. It seems like such a hopeful action, like there’s actually a chance that things could change if you stand in the way. But then again, maybe it’s just the last ‘fuck you’ of those who have lost all hope. I think I’m stuck between the two.

Delia Smith’s Basic Blockading