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[apprentice_lurk]

((You know Camden Market, yes? The weird, twisting streets under the railway where you can find the strangest oddities in dark corners and under neon lights, the smoke-blackened bricks and the creeping, lingering sense of the Victorean underbelly?

They're bulldozing half of it to stick in a shopping mall.

The petition's been around for a while. It ends on the ninth of September. In the name of anything even slightly metahuman possessing a scrap of decency, or at least a vague impression of it, put your name down and tell No. 10 how stupid this is!))

Comments

[spyderfyngers.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!! NO!! A THOUSAND TIMES NO!

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

They're knocking down Stable Market!

[spyderfyngers.livejournal.com]

Someone needs to die for this.

Seriously, if they try it I'll be on the first train to London with a bikelock to chain myself to some railings.

What the HELL is wrong with people?

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

*mourns that she never got to see it while there was time to see it*

[ravenology.livejournal.com]

*does the same* I feel your pain. Mom still won't let me go to London because of the OMG-Terrrists.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

...wut? Terrorists? That doesn't even make sense.

[ravenology.livejournal.com]

No-one ever said my mom made sense. *shrugs* And she's still scared over the 7-7 incident that happened a few years back. She's easily frightened, poor thing. And paranoid to boot.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Oh my. I assume she'll never let you go to America, then.

[ravenology.livejournal.com]

Not until after I graduate and have a mortgage, probably. She only let me go to New York in 2005 because I practically forced her to by saying Rachel had already booked tickets for the whole robotics team, including me, so I "had" to go.

I got home and found out she'd been worrying herself sick in my absence, despite my telling her NOT to worry when I left for the airport. I encouraged her to enjoy the freedom while I wasn't around to make a nuisance of myself, I told her I'd be having fun, I told her to not worry and that I loved her.

It didn't make any difference. She still couldn't stop herself from worrying. I don't know if I could put her through that again.

[ravenology.livejournal.com]

...you didn't know? o_O *hugs* Katie found out about this while we were still in sixth form and spread the news around. I could swear I posted a link as a heads-up in my LJ back then, though admittedly I can't remember if I had you on my f-list that long ago.

*hugs anyway*