Well, readers, here I am in an undisclosed location in the City of London, holding the pink, Camp-pink, mobile.
“Hello. Climate Camp. How can we englighten you today ?”
Sitting on a good wi-fi hotspot, pretending to do nothing in particular, fretting a bit as the big Police vans with cages roll by in convoys towards the financial district, where unhappy people, enraged by the bloodthirsty London Press, have taken it upon themselves to fulfill tabloid prophecy and storm the banks, calling themselves the G20 Meltdown.