Silent Rave At Liverpool Street Station
last Friday I was at the so called silent rave inside Liverpool Street Station, thanks to being dragged down there by so Pro @calvinrobinson. Must admit, found it enjoyable, perplexing and striking at the same time and realise the power of Facebook, or at least the power of the Internet.
Silent rave where I got to put my playlist on and rock out to some funky Berlin beats, of course this was only after we all gathered (I’d guess at least 1500 people) in the station and waited for the clock to strike 19:00. Then the 15 minutes of dancing ensued, much to the 6 police peoples’ amazement, they obviously hadn’t been checking Facebook that week. I did enjoy watching the undercover Policeman take pictures of people dancing on the Ticket Machines… I guess those people will now remain on file, where one day they will be fed into the all powerful machine, that has face recognition and is linked to Passport and DVLA offices. Anyway back to the point…
London is largely an unattractive city most of the time; you walk the streets and nobody will look at you, not even if you try to; people ignore all that is around them, like it will keep them safe or something. One of my major bug bares about London that. But this seemed to bring people together, even if it was fleeting, and really people didn’t interact that much, the fact it could happen, is a powerful thing. A city united for a few minutes, an event that people could share and one where everyone looked happy.
Touching in my view… and really shows that the Internet really can bring things out of cyberspace and into the real world, where we can enjoy its tangibility.









You’ve taken leave of your senses…
I was late for an appointment that night, and bumped into this so-called ‘city united for a few minutes’ and it was anything but!
If you want to be anarchists, then so be it – I have no truck with the state myself.
However, this fucked up my entire evening and I had to spend 30 quid on a taxi to get me where I was going.
Which one of these moronic, brainwashed sheep is going to give me my money back? Where will they be programmed to gather next? No fucking minds of their own! What fucking irony!
My answer is simple. The next time my life is interrupted by this kind of event, I’m going to pick one of them at random, follow them to their place of abode, and then perform my own disruptive, anarchistic act on them personally. Do you think they [or you] will get the irony, or do you think they might just object?
Cunts – all of you. I’ll be calling…
Max, the bringer of justice…
I completely agree with Max.
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