the foundry, 1800hrs
At about 6pm last night the protest wasn’t looking too strong but then I guess they’re not likely so send the bailiffs in on a Saturday. There was one fella drinking cider under a blue tarp but he didn’t look to tasty in a stand-off. It is a shame, never been exactly a regular at the Foundry but do remember some odd nights out there listening to worm woman’s poetry and taking pics of tattoos in the gents. Part of the charm was that it always felt condemned anyway.