On Monday, my colleague and I were looking for a news story to report on for Wednesday’s radio
The squatters seemed rather
Next day. 9:40.
My colleague and I are standing outside a beautiful building of the County Court.
Oh wait, there is this guy standing next to the court door, seems to be
Hello, are you here for the Belgravia squat case?
I finally catch a moment when the guy breathes in and I’m able to interrupt him. His monologue is worth nothing to us, if we don’t get it recorded.
Oh, sorry, Jed will come back in a minute with the report and then we can give it to you. If you just wait here, over there, I’m waiting for him too, he’ll be out soon.
Great. We got nothing. Cheers.
We keep waiting and watch the guy from a distance. We wait and wait and wait. We don’t want to leave without
We’re not sure if the new guy has anything to do with the squat. He seems like he could be a beggar. At the same time we keep checking twitter. A tweet pops up, saying that the court didn’t even wait for a disabled member of the squatters group and left him behind. Now we’re sure that this guy is involved. The cold and boredom
Can I just say one thing off the record? Like when we’re in the squat, we’re all together and we’re all friends and we speak a lot, spend time and do things together. But once we’re out of there, they just leave me behind. Paul left, you haven’t seen him coming out, right? No, we haven’t. You see, I’m telling you, they left me behind. I’m waiting for them here, we can wait together.
Plus another 10 minutes of the