Station Floor

On emerging from the tube somewhere around 6:30am, many people decided to have a quick rest on the floor in the middle of Liverpool Street Station. Read on to see why we were so tired.

Resting

At least one person needed a rest even before that. (Don't worry, we picked up the newspaper.)

Blurry

This is a fairly accurate representation of how the world looked to me at the time. I'm not sure what I was drinking at that point, as my hip flask was empty even before we boarded the train.

Sedate in a station

We play quiet when the train pulls into the station (as you saw in the video), so as not to attract undue attention. Other passengers obviously get what's going on, but why draw the authorities in unnecessarily? That's a bike trailer at the end with the regular soundsystem on it. It's normally towed by a recumbent, but we left that at a safehouse near the station. Under the tarpaulin is the second one we recruited on the night (more on it later).

Upside Down

I did a length-of-a-carriage-without-touching-the-floor. As you do.

Soyez Sages

So calm in the station. Almost serene.

Randoms

I think I was trying to take a picture of my dirty hand. It was dirty from playing on the floor too much, but also especially from the trampoline/slide/tarpaulin thing we'd been playing cricket on earlier (read on). Sadly someone's flash washed it out and you don't get the full grime effect. Incidendally, I think those two guys in the middle were just random passengers who joined in. Not sure entirely. There were two Canadian women on their way to catch a flight to Edinburgh for the day, who were quite delighted when we told them that they might catch another party on the tube that night.

Pub hanger-on

This guy was more or less the captain of the capitalist team. He'd been with us since we got to the Pitcher and Piano pub on Bishopsgate just before midnight. He insisited initially that he couldn't come along to play as he had to work the next day. I said I did too. (true)

I came to get down

I'm not sure who took this. And yet, it's on my camera. Go figure.

He came to get down

I met this fellow around 11pm on Millenium bridge. I was on my way from an event at the Hayward gallery to meet the cricketers on the edge of the City. In the middle of the bridge was a party, people testing their new sound system. I convinced them to bring it along. You can never have too many systems. Even when if the police politely ask you to turn it down, as they did to us around 2am, in our only and very brief encounter with the blue that night.

So get down with her

El Miguel approves

Circle Line party = good. If you get it right.

Planning with intent

We'd been playing for so long, it got light again (I was batting just as the sun came up, I'd swear blind). Then someone clever (who took this photo), remembered the tube would be starting up again shortly. He got up on a window ledge, and suggested we ought to have the first circle line party of the day, on the first train of the day. Brilliant idea (though we too slow, and only boarded around 5:45 (the second or third train). Then he cussed Bojo, which provoked the reaction you see.

Cricket on Brick Lane

We were using a real cricket ball by now. Normally we stick to tennis balls, but with fire in our blood... No windows were actually broken, so it was fine. Plus, hitting an actual cricket ball is WAY MORE satisfying.

Opposition

I'm not sure how the capitalists managed to keep enough fielders playing, even after 4 hours or so, when we moved from Spitalfields Market to Brick Lane. It was probably easier for them with all the club traffic... (for a fuller description of how the Anarchist vs. Capitalist cricket works, check here (the first one we did) or here (the last one until now).

Trampoline cricket

After playing cricket in the street for a few hours, someone had the genius idea of climbing up on here. So I followed with a the bat. Once the initial '20 people on a slide/trampoline/ fun wore off, someone bowled an over. We scored 2 runs (due to an error on the wicket-keeper's part, not cause I could actually hit the ball up there).

And now...

At the Hayward, I took part in a game of Situationist Nomic, just under this poster. After several rounds, we approved a rule to abolish all the rules. Technically, the game didn't end, there just weren't anymore formal protocols for creating new rules. Which made a nice start to the adventures of the night. And a nice note to end on here, even though it has nothing in particular to do with trespassing the future.