Wibbling Thoughts

I didn’t go to the press, because I couldn’t speak to anyone in charge of the bookshop. Part of me now wishes I hadn’t been polite and had just gone for it, and involved the press and caused a big stink- but then I wonder what the point would have been.

The posters have been removed, the person who sold the tickets and called me an extremist has been ‘reprimanded’ so I guess my one woman crusade worked.

I do wonder what will happen to the tickets though, they’ll probably be sold to someone else…but I guess my conscience can be appeased in the fact that I have done something.

I spent this afternoon with a friend planning action type stuff, trying to get hold of someone who could phone up the guy who was selling the tickets and be a bit more authoritive than I was, but we failed. It was a fun afternoon though. I couldn’t help wishing that my normal partners in crime, Graham and Rachel were around – it would have been great fun with them…

My next job is make a “Make Poverty History” t-shirt for Edinburgh – I may put a photo up once I’ve finished it if I ever get the darn thing finished. Then off to Edinburgh to save the world……

This afternoon I started a one woman campaign against the gentlman who put up a notice in the window of a bookshop in York advertising a pair of Live Aid tickets for £500. After calmly and politely making my protest known to the lass who works in the book shop I phoned the guy who advertised the tickets and told him I wanted to make my objections known – he called me an extremist who listens to Bob Geldof. I grinned like a maniac, and went and asked the lass in the shop what would happen if I took the notice down – she said nothing, so I took great satisfaction in tearing the notice down and screwing it up before putting it in the bin.

I then went home.

Whilst at home I had to phone mum for a chat, and told her the story, and she suggested going to the local newspaper – which I am doing tommorrow, once I’ve taken a slightly better photo than the one I took today, and warned the manager of the shop about my plans. As the manager/people who work in the shop don’t agree with the notice either, I figured it would be nice to let them know I was planning on causing a fuss before I did it.

I’m very pleased that I decided not to walk away after being called an extremist – the guy may have been right, maybe I am an extermist – but running away would have solved nothing. Next weekend I’m going to Edinburgh for the make poverty history rally, and I couldn’t have gone to protest at that knowing I’d stood by whilst someone made profit out of a charitable venture.

And just for the record, it has NOTHING to do with Bob Geldof.