May Day is always frustrating; London fills up with hippies on bicycles. I walked into university having to pass legions of vague idealists with unwashed hair and only the slightest grasp of reality never mind politics or economics. Can't we come up with some kind of capitalist solution here? The old Celtic festival of Beltane was a fire festival, surely such a thing could be corrupted into a frenzy of gift giving or fireworks?
When I get home I'm going to have to respond in the only sensible way. Drinking a Coke, eating a Mars Bar and watching the South Park episode Die Hippie, Die.
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A couple of years ago I had a wondrous Mayday, finding myself at Avebury Stone Circle and invited into a Druid cermeony, the first to dance around the maypole.
How to follow it up? Well before washing my hair, clearly I need to come into London, borrow a bicycle, and cycle around in some drifty kind of way.
Pity you that you missed an earlier mayday i enjoyed ... the display of military might and goosestepping soldiers in the East Berlin of the old DDR. Oh for that militarized show of togetherness ... no trucking with hippies there.
I thought hippies were extinct. Glad to find your note as to their continued strength. Rejoice!
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