So there I was, stood outside, squinting from the bright sunlight. I thought it's a nice day for it anyway. This time it's not just a game, it's for real.
She wore a frown like an open wound; coming here to visit me had not been easy. In her arms, she cradled a slim package.
Written after watching "Anti Capitalist" Protesters deface a war memorial in London, May 2000.