Sunday 28 February 2016

I protest!

At Sunday Photo Fiction we have a picture of a National Front march with a foreign registered car driving past. How good is that?

















I was wandering down the street window-shopping like you do, when I suddenly found myself surrounded by people, lots of people. They were very noisy, and whilst I sometimes use an expletive or two for dramatic effect, the foul language that assaulted my delicate ears was horrible. I found myself being carried along; I daren’t stop for fear of getting trampled underfoot! Then, someone stuck a poster in my hand. I had no idea what it said. I didn’t dare look up in case I tripped. It was when someone on the pavement chucked an egg at me that I realised I was on a protest march. And with an organisation I have no sympathy for. I managed to escape down a side road.


A few days later, I was called to my head teachers office. Apparently I featured in a large photograph on the front of the local paper with a banner held high. I was severely reprimanded! I said that given the circumstances, I wished to protest and she said ‘I think you’ve done enough of that already Miss Pinkerton’. ‘Not what we expect from our staff’ she said. I thought I was going to made to stand in the corner or sit on the naughty step!

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12 comments:

  1. Love the humour in this. Ya just never know what you might get tangled up in and who's watching!

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  2. Lol. So much for freedom to protest and believe what you want, not if it looks bad at work. I guess a bad situation to be caught in.

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  3. That would suck. Wrong place at the wrong time. :)

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  4. Hmm .. what a paradox! One finds oneself in a protest march just by mere chance for a cause one does not sympathize with but in the end feels the need to defend the right to protest .. very good! Where is democracy if one cannot freely express ones opinion - but I've noticed (as I'm sure everyone does) that with most job posts there is no democracy ... the old hierarchical pyramid system still reigns supremem!

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  5. Sit on the naughty step. hehe. I like that. Good story of wrong place / wrong time.

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  6. Curiously it is very frightening to be caught up in a street protest. One was a student protest in France in the 1950's and the other a Viet-Nam war protest in Australia in the 1970's. The one in Paris was the more difficult to escape from as we were all being rounded up by gendarmes. My atrocious French allowed us to be freed!

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  7. Interesting tale, Rosey, nicely done.

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  8. What a intriguing twist... Enjoyed!

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  9. Saw this in the end of your blog - "Rosey Pinkerton is a figment of Keith Hillman's overactive imagination!" really?

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