Tag Archives: cuts

Don’t turn back time

18 Nov

Look! I made an edible protest sign for the Fawcett Society Don’t Turn Back Time march and rally on Saturday! It was pretty blimmin’ laborious, but I reckon it’s going to complement my 50s get up for the occasion perfectly! Come if you can, and tell David Cameron that we won’t go backwards on women’s equality!

hanna ♥


Craftivism Against Cuts

17 Feb

I AM SO SAD. I bought a new kitchen knife yesterday and managed to slice nicely through my knuckle just getting it out of the packet! It’s all bandaged up now but still, I can’t do all the fun things I wanted to this week, like sewing, playing my new ukelele (!), and riding my bike. Sob.

So, since I can’t sew, I thought I’d make myself feel productive by showing you what I have been sewing over this week – mini protest hearts against the cuts!

Warning: the slogans on these are very much tongue-in-cheek but could be seen as offensive! So if you like your crafts cuddly, proceed with caution…

I would never put slogans like this on a placard, but I thought the pretty colours and floral fabrics made a nice juxtaposition that meant I could get away with it!

This is the back of the “no cuts” heart. Geddit?

I’m really pleased with them. I can’t decide whether to put them in my shop, or hang them around Brighton for people to see! What do you think?

hanna ♥

p.s. woot woot to the forest news!

Let Santa Go! Let Santa Go!

18 Dec

My feet are still absolutely frozen even though I got home from the protest 4 hours ago! But it was very good and successful I think. Some incredibly supportive and encouraging comments, including those who joined the protest after hearing what it was for! ( I hear that happened a lot around the country!)

There were some people who said, and I quote, “I don’t give a shit about anyone but myself. Let me into the shopping mall”. Which was a bit depressor. I will write a longer blog on what I think of that, but for now I need to warm my feet, have dinner and watch Bridget Jones. Because that’s how I roll.

I did make a video though! It got a bit music video since I love this Beck song so much, but hope it gives a good impression of the day. Not one, but TWO Father Christmases in jail. Sorry kiddos, Christmas is off. Also, those guys on the roof have only just come down! 7 hours in the cold! Good on them.

hanna ♥

Comment is Free – This isn’t just a student protest. It’s a children’s crusade.

25 Nov

Evening all, I just read this article by Laurie Penny on the Guardian Comment is Free site and though it was so good it was worth cross-posting in full. With a 17 year old sister and a 15 year old brother facing stupendous debt as they go to uni (not to mention my parents trying to support them) I am totally uplifted and heartbroken at the same time that there are kids on the streets standing up for themselves. So here’s to them.

Outside Downing Street, in front of a line of riot police, I am sitting beside a makeshift campfire. It’s cold, and the schoolchildren who have skipped classes gather around as a student with a three-string guitar strikes up the chords to Tracy Chapman’s Talkin Bout a Revolution. The kids start to sing, sweet and off-key, an apocalyptic choir knotted around a small bright circle of warmth and energy. “Finally the tables are starting to turn,” they sing, the sound of their voices drowning out the drone of helicopters and the screams from the edge of the kettle. “Finally the tables are starting to turn.”

Then a cop smashes into the circle. The police shove us out of the way and the camp evaporates in a hiss of smoke, forcing us forward. Not all of us know how we got here, but we’re being crammed in with brutal efficiency: the press of bodies is vice-tight and still the cops are screaming at us to move forward. Beside me, a schoolgirl is crying. She is just 14.

“We followed the crowd,” she says. So did we all. There are no leaders here: the thousands of schoolchildren and young people who streamed into Whitehall three hours ago in protest at the government’s attacks on further and higher education were working completely off script. A wordless cry went up somewhere in the crowd and they were off, moving as one, with no instructions, towards parliament.

But just because there are no leaders here doesn’t mean there is no purpose. These kids – and most of them are just kids, with no experience of direct action, who walked simultaneously out of lessons across the country just before morning break – want to be heard. “Our votes don’t count,” says one nice young man in a school tie. The diversity of the protest is extraordinary: white, black and Asian, rich and poor. Uniformed state-school girls in too-short skirts pose by a plundered police van as their friends take pictures, while behind them a boy in a mask holds a placard reading “Burn Eton”.

“We can’t even vote yet,” says Leyla, 14. “So what can we do? Are we meant to just sit back while they destroy our future and stop us going to university? I wanted to go to art school, I can’t even afford A-levels now without EMA [education maintenance allowance]”.

I ask her who she thinks is in charge. Her friend, a young boy in a hoodie, grins at me, gesturing to the front of the kettle, where children are screaming “shame on you” and throwing themselves under the police batons. “Us,” he says.

This is a leaderless protest with no agenda but justice: it is a new children’s crusade, epic and tragic. More fires are lit as the children try to keep warm: they are burning placards and pages from their school planners. A sign saying “Dumbledore would not stand for this shit!” goes up in flames.

This is also an organic movement: unlike previous demos, there are no socialist organisers leading the way, no party flags to rally behind. The word spread through Twitter and Facebook; rumours passed around classrooms and meeting halls: get to Westminster, show them your anger.

Suddenly, there is a rush from the front and the sound of yelling police as hundreds of protesters run back from the lines, frightened. “Don’t throw anything!” implores a young, bearded protester with a megaphone. “Protect your friends – don’t give them the excuse!” But no one is listening. Sticks are being thrown: the mood is enraged as people see their friends struck back or struck down. “Tory scum!” they yell. “I wish they weren’t breaking things,” says Leyla, “but this is what happens when they ruin people’s futures.”

photo credit

Super Sunday

31 Oct

1. Robin came to Brighton this weekend which was very nice. We watched Dangerous Minds (she’s a teacher), went to the beach and had milkshakes at the American diner (take that lactose intolerance!)

2. We also used my new griddle pan to make beautiful raspberry pancakes from the cookbook Spooning with Rosie. Nom nom nom.

3. This article by Johann Hari on how protest works is pretty super-spectacular. Great read.

4. Came across this amazing blog – Pictures of Muslims Wearing Things. Muslims wear things. Get over it. (via Casper ter Kuile)

5. Robin went to Sweden this week and took this photo – I liked it.

6. I went to see The Social Network, which was brilliant. Written by Aaron Sorkin, it has a very West Wing feel to it. I read a v. good article by Laurie Penny in The New Statesman about it too (I’m getting very into Laurie Penny..).

7. Discovered Frank Turner and think he’s top notch. Love this song, especially in light of the cuts protests this weekend!

hanna ♥

Vodafone dodge £6bn tax bill

28 Oct

Video of really excellent action on Oxford Street yesterday.

And great article in the New Statesman on it here.