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Litterateur
THE CYNICAL REVOLUTIONARY
May opened a scratched rectangular Tupperware container that may have been
transparent once. It was crammed with ham and mustard sandwiches that she
thrust towards me.
“Thank you but I’ve got my own food… tempeh and natto… It’s Japanese food.
You see I’m on a special diet.”
“Oh, sure we all have some affliction. I’ve got an ulster myself and can’t touch the
crather,” said Phonsie, as he poured tea with milk added into two beige plastic
cups from a thermos flask, trademarked with two smiling Sherpa type’s set against
the background of a snow-covered mountain.
“So, are you going to tell us about your banner then, May?”
“Well alright so, I’ll tell you now if I must,” May said when the trolley had passed.
She straightened herself, took a deep breath and with a ‘here goes’ pronounced
FREE WATER JAIL HOGAN.
I took my tempeh out of its tinfoil wrapping. Phonsie and May chatted on about
their banners and the march and where they’d be meeting their friends from the
West.
“They said we could meet up at four o’clock in the Green,” May said.
“Well I hope the march’ll be over by that, May.”
“Well whether or which I’ll be getting my bit to eat and meeting my friends!”
“Tell me” I said,
“Who are your leaders, who will be speaking at your rally?”
“Well there’ll be music, Christy Mooley ‘ll be singing a few songs, and there’ll be a
few folk groups…and who’ll be speaking May?”
May opened The Star under the heading
PROMINENT SPEAKERS WILL ADDRESS RALLY
