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Date: 17 April 2005 21:59:23
The Trade Justice vigil was brilliant! Christian Aid were expecting about 4000 people and over 25,000 turned up!!!!! How cool is that!!!! I have to admit, this news did get me just a little excited! I was really amazed at the number of people I knew there, for example a girl about my age approached me about about 3.30a.m and said 'I know you, how do I know you'. I replied that I also knew her, but did not know where from. It was really weird. We eventually figured out that we had gone to the same sixth form college and had both been involved with the chaplaincy there, but she was a year older. I knew people from my church at home, Swansea chaplaincy, weekends I've been on and my sisters friends. Very cool.
There were loads of creative banners (we had a homemade Make Poverty History one that was very good at keeping me warm in the early hours of the morning!), my favourite that I saw said on it: "I maybe a Mad Left Queer, but I'm Right" !!!! I thought that was great!
The march was amazing - you wouldn't have thought that 25,000 people who hadn't had any sleep could make so much noise and have so much energy. The whole event got me buzzing - I was still high from it at 11 O clock on Saturday night! (eventually crashed into bed at midnight)
This afternoon I caught a train northward to go home to Manchester (well parent's home - Swansea is my home now!!) for a couple of weeks. For the first hour I enjoyed the lovely peaceful, empty train ride. I had got my laptop out and was planning to have a nap after using it for an hour or so. Then the train driver announced that the Millenium Stadium had just emptied after the FA cup semi - Manchester United against Newcastle and there would be a lot of fans getting on board. I promtly put my laptop away as thousands of fans squeezed on board, and I spent the rest of the journey hating Manchester United fans. Many of them were treating the train like a pub - drinking, smoking and being very loud. I realise that not all of the fans were behaving in this way, and I shouldn't make generalisations, but I had had 10 hours sleep in the previous 60 hours, and was not in the mood for torrelating a crowded train full of drunk football fans. I the next 4 hours gazing out of the window, with my music up loud, wishing I was sat on the top of one of the hills I could see in the distance, with no one around for miles and miles. But I wasn't.
I wonder what percentage of the world's poverty would be sorted out if Manchester United gave all its money to the world's poorest?