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THE SCRIBBLER


        First on the train… This is good. Food poisoning hit me   the perfect protestor anyway? Only a dead one can avoid
        as I entered Victoria Station. I pull out my pad and start   impacting  the  environment;  advocating  an  extinction  to
        scribbling to distract myself. But the gut growls with anger,   avoid  one  is  rather  ironic  no?”.  I  realise  what  I’ve  been
        so I pull out a supermarket bag-for-life.  Should I abort this   drawing… “Well those in glass houses…” she regurgitated
        journey before it leaves the station? Too late; the carriage   from one of those free right-wing papers that are handed
        is  filled  up  -  standing  room  only  -  and  the  seat  next  to   out on the commute. My argument had no purpose for her.
        me is occupied by a woman that has spreadsheets to
        interrogate. Settles the belly pain not a jot. So I jot…  I  reach  for  my  bag-for-life,  and  hurl  vigorously  into
                                                    its  glorious  containment  chamber.  When  I  regain  my
        I find myself scribbling Emma Thomson’s headstone.  As   capacity to engage with the outside world, I see the fellow
        a fan of the ‘actor-vist' I’m not entirely sure why... She was   commuter is rapidly vacating her seat.“Sorry I think I’ve
        in the headlines accused of being a hypocrite for flying   got food poisoning”, I explain, but I’m dead to her.
        in for the Extinction Rebellion protest. It must be related.
        It draws the attention of the suit next to me. “Did Emma   Unexpectedly  the  train  starts  moving  on  schedule  and
        Thomson die?” she asks. There’s no way to really defend   the attention I’ve brought to my sustainability argument is
        the sketch I’ve made, so I give it a go…    apparent in the atmosphere of the carriage. Environment
                                                    is important. Our’s stank of bile.
        “She’s getting shit about her carbon footprint” I begin, not
        knowing where this will lead. “So I got thinking, can you   The  commuters  were  heroically  protesting  my  existence
        only protest against climate change if you are an ‘ethical   with an avoidance of eye contact when a bullish Beef
        protestor’? Does that mean only a barefoot hippy in a yurt   Wellington of a man pushes his way past them and into
        can protest about the need for better fuel? Is a suit like you,   the vacated seat next to me. “You might not want to sit
        or an advertising whore like me, banned from protesting   there” I warned, “I’ve been doing my bit for recycling”. He
        better governance of capitalism and cleaner energy?   acts as if I were a lunatic wielding a bag of sick on the
        Surely  throwing  the  onus  on  individuals  to  consume   18:29,  rightly  ignoring  me.  Well,  for  about  five  minutes;
        less is palming off the responsibility of corporations and   after which my stomach’s existential crisis made a better
        governments to do something? Are we actually trying to   argument for him to move in protest.
        ban planes and go back to horse and cart travel? What IS
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