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Blogxit – we march against the Brexit fiasco

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The gang selfie: me, Rebecca, Mish, Tommy and Lucian – its their future

A gaggle of us, all ages, nationalities, heritages and genders assembled at Green Park on Saturday for the Brexit March.

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A distinguished crowd from top left, clockwise: Dame Janet Suzman; mother and son; old Cambridge chum Jeremy Sandelson; my Slovakian friend Katya Krausova who is helping me with my Czech nationality applications; Mish, Tommy and Lucian (Austrian); Rebecca (Kiwi) Mish and Tommy

It is a gloriously warm October day, spirits are high, and the signs a mix of serious messaging and comedic script-writing. There are children in pushchairs, politically-correct dogs and the odd eccentric, like the man who shouts ‘Boris Johnson’s Charlatan and Liar, David Davis charlatan and Liar’ to much applause.

It takes a while to get going (sheer force of numbers – later we learn there are 670,000 of us), but once we get going we march steadily down to Piccadilly, right on to St James and then into Trafalgar. By this time, the drums are beating, the boom boxes reverberating and people streaming in from all directions. There are some odd fringe groups, like the Iranians against capital punishment (not a great day to further their cause I would suggest) and the Brazilian Women Against Facism in fine voice.

It is impossible to get near Parliament Square for the speeches so we spot a pub down a side alley where we sneak a drink. Some other marchers have the same idea and leave banners, one proclaiming Doreen loves Europe (cue a little song to the tune of Come on Eileen) and the other offering Brexit survival packs – warnings of Armageddon a bit scary – which resemble nothing more than a supermarket shop!

It’s a great few hours – not sure what influence it will have with our cloth-eared politicians, but at least we stood, marched and were counted!

Author: vickyunwin

I am a writer and traveller. Our darling daughter Louise died on 2 March 2011, aged 21 (www.louisecattell.com) and I started writing as therapy. We never know how long we have on this earth, so I live for every day...in November 2013 I was diagnosed and operated on for a malignant soft tissue sarcoma in the calf, followed by 6.5 weeks of radiotherapy, so am embarking on a different kind of journey which you can follow here. I also have another site www.healthylivingwithcancer.co with my blueprint for health and well-being. My husband works in Switzerland so we flit from place to place anywhere else that takes our fancy

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