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Date: 10/07/14
Who Needs A Thousand Words?
Strike day today, and after I'd done my stint on picket duty outside the pickle factory, I headed off into town to bide a while before a march and rally through town.
Unlike the last time I did this, I have no photos of the march itself. This was because I was helping to carry the PCS banner - from Queen's Square past Llwyn Isaf, down Chester Street, up High Street, right onto Hope Street and Regent Street, right again onto Duke Street, on along Trinity Street then right once more onto Rhosddu Road to bring us (with what I couldn't help thinking was a certain symbolism) back to where we'd started scarcely half an hour before. There we heard some speeches from union reps, interrupted for a time by some self-aggrandising arsehole standing beyond the back of the crowd who railed with babbling incoherence for some minutes about how we should all be sacked and our Gold-Plated Pensions™ taken off us.
I did manage to grab a few shots of the preliminaries in the Square, though, and one of them - bearing in mind that the whole idea behind the event was to demand decent pay for some of the poorest-paid people in society - seemed to sum up the whole situation:
