So I have been speaking to one of my lovely friends about some ridiculous things that end up happening to me (somehow) and she suggested I share them on my blog which I decided was a great idea.
I don't know how I end up in these situations, but I manage to do it on a regular basis. Although, saying that, I have actually had a little bit of a break from ending up in odd situations recently.
So anyway, this is the story of how I accidentally ended up in a protest...
I'm not very political (in fact, not at all unless it comes to certain topics) so I had no idea what the hell was going on, to the point I had to ask the Police that were there what was happening.
Okay, that sounded bad... Before I continue, I want to make it VERY CLEAR that this was 100% a complete accident and I do not condone ANYTHING these people were protesting and I was definitely NOT arrested by the Police.
It was just a normal day in town. I had gone into town to pick up a few bits and go to the bank, when I remembered I needed to pick some theatre tickets up for my mum and dad. So I headed over to the Guildhall Theatre and was met by Police and a closed off road and barriers everywhere. I was very confused but I needed to get to the Theatre so I crossed over. The police stopped me and said that I needed to clear the area within the next ten minutes, I told them I was literally picking tickets up from the building and then I was going to head back to my car. This was all fine, I picked my tickets up and left the building.
By the time I had done all of that, a little crowd was gathering behind some barriers and were chatting to the Police. They were handing out fliers and things, and I spied an old friend of mine so I headed that way to go and say hi. By the time I got there, he had disappeared so I went to cross the road to go back to my car.
The next thing I knew, a massive crowd of extremely scary looking people descended around me and were shouting and being extremely vile. I later found out which group of people it was which I won't mention on here but you can probably guess quite easily (I will neither confirm nor deny).
By this point I had my hood up as I didn't want to be in any media photos (given my job at the time, it would have been a terrible thing to happen) and I tried to get out of this crowd. I managed to find a way out and went back to the other side of the barrier where the little crowd of people were still gathered. I found out that this was a counter-protest to protest the protest that was going on. At least they were nicer and I felt safer with the Police nearby and the Police dog unit and riot vans behind me, just waiting.
There were also other people holding hands round a tree, singing. Not to mention the old lady on an electric mobility scooter telling off a Police Officer for stroking her dog. It was all very bizarre.
I got through the smaller crowd, past the Police vans and went back to my car a different, much longer way round.
But it got me thinking.
The Police were amazing that day, and I think without that presence it could have got nasty - thankfully it didn't - but in a small town like mine, I'm 99.9% sure that not everyone who attended this protest was even from the town! Had people come from other towns looking for a fight or something to do? It was something they didn't agree with so they decided to pop over to the town for the day?
I can look back on this situation now and laugh, but it was really quite scary! Although, I did have a bit of an idea how I could look after myself due to my job at the time, I'm not sure against all these massive people a little scene kid with purple hair would have made it out unscathed should a fight have broken out.
I was in the crowd literally seconds, but it felt like a lot longer than that! A peaceful protest, like a walk or some fliers being handed out wouldn't have freaked me out, but this one was bloody horrible.
I guess the moral to this story is... If there are Police and barriers around, pick up your theatre tickets another day!