Reclaim The Future 2
Here's another set of Reclaim The Future pics
for you all to gawp at, snapped by yours truly almost five months after the
previous one in Tottenham (and wasn't that an interesting evening!). Having
gone to a leaving meal for a much-loved work colleague who was soon to be
off to pastures old (a victim of office politics & manoeuvres that'd
make the bod they call David Brent blush. You'll find far more intrigue and
power-play going on in libraries than some would even think there could possibly
ever be!), I cycled 'Red Nev' all the way down to Liverpool Street station,
and caught a 78 bus from there to the Old Kent Road where the night's entertainment
and activism was to be found in an old T.V. showroom (turned activists centre).
Going through the entrance, I paid my £3, got my hand stamped and making my way through the entrance, I caught the folks who you see in the first pic below (I think they're the Inner Terrestrials) doing a song that mentioned India and chanting in the chorus (a surefire mark of hippy-dippyness?), that had the crowd going.
'Dubya' take a break from all that
brinkmanship they've been up to of late to
partake in some alternative culture....
....while in another part of the main hall, two papier mache "stunnas" near the IndyMedia cinema were found asking the relevant question of the moment.
Once I was back in the main hall, I found The Space Goats doing the usual to an appreciative audience (as typified by an Oriental girl sporting Inuit boots who was sat cross-legged at the stage's edge). Here's a pic of Pok in action with his guitar....
....and here's a lady that I snapped at the 'Save Our World' festy in Brockwell Park back in June 2000, by the name of Jenny (cool mohican, eh?), seen here having a chat, a ciggie and a cider with a friend opposite called Irish Joe.
When The Spacegoats
had finished their set, the
d.j. played an inspired selection of choons before
the next act took to the stage. You'll observe the
chaos and kinetism I had a go at capturing that
occurs on the dancefloor, when the bod by the
name of Eminem booms out of the speakers
nearby (battery failure again, I'm afraid).
With that done, it was time for the "master of unceremonies" (if such a thing exists) to introduce the next act, an all-female band by the name of Gertrude. I recognised one of the members, as I thought she was the sister of a bloke I see every now and then called Duncan (hello! when's your next art-rock c.d. opus coming out then?) and passed on my regards when she sees him next....
she is below, doing some nifty riffing,
as accompanied by a lady on a v.spartan cello.
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