Still feeling a bit ropey this morning, but I make it into town to get a haircut and do some shopping.
On my way to Marks and Spencer’s Foodhall I see that the common pro-Palestinian group have been ‘joined’ by a pro-Israeli opposition group. Each huddle of about 100 people are facing each other off. Separated by a line of police officers they are shouting and waving placards and flags at each other (the pro-Israeli’s having also co-opted various other national flags including the union flag and the stars and stripes).
The police are also conducting a major filming and photography campaign. Nothing like feeling that you have the freedom to peaceful protest is there?
I talk briefly to someone from each ‘side’; both so firmly entrenched that, as ever, the hopelessness of the situation seems insurmountable.
So what do I do after 20 minutes of discourse, observation and reflection on the sad state of the world?
Well I do boycott M&S foodhall in favour of Tescos, but other than that? I basically go shoe shopping of course.
Sometimes I worry how well I do shallow.
And hey, it’s not like I really needed another pair of trainers is it?
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