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Last night I decided that I’d go to the anti-war march today if I woke up in time. This morning I was woken up by my neighbour talking on the phone outside my bedroom window. She was saying how she’d heard there was this anti-war march today, but she didn’t think that she was the sort of person who’d do that (but she was planning on going down to the Viaduct and seeing the yachting). I looked at the time. It was just after 10.00 am, perfect timing for the march.

I joined the march just past Vulcan Lane. At the front there were people holding signs and chanting stuff like “1, 2, 3, 4, we don’t want your bloody war!” but further along was a group of drummers doing what I think was samba drumming while people around them chanted, “no war!” to the rhythm.

I’m not sure how many people were there, but it was a big crowd. I saw a report on NZoom estimating it as at least 7,000. When the front of the parade at reached Mayoral Drive, I looked back and I’m sure I could see people still down by Victoria Street.

The march ended up at Myers Park. The original plan was for it to end at Aotea Square, but like the construction in QE2 Square, the organisers apparently hadn’t counted on the weekend markets in Aotea Square. Myers Park turned out to be a better venue because there’s trees and grass, not just vast expanses of concrete and a big TV screen showing yacht racing.

There were various speakers, and the organisers had very wisely limited speeches to three minutes each. An Iraqi nun was the first to speak. Most speakers reminded us that the war was for oil, that Bush, Blair and Howard are dicks, and that innocent children are going to die if this war takes place.

Yeah, there were some hippies there, but there were thousands of ordinary people.

After the March I headed to Aotea square. I had coffee from the Kokako stand, which I think might just have to be the next installation in the Coffee From Places That Aren’t Starbucks series. It wasn’t necessarily the next closest coffee place, but it was a sunny day and I wanted to go somewhere outside. The coffee was good, in the way that coffee is good. The sign said it was organic coffee. Word up.

Then in search of air conditioned comfort I saw “Chicago”. I saw it on Thursday as well. The difference being that this time a dude came in and sat two seats down from me and took half his clothes off. That was pretty cool. I’m glad musicals are coming back in fashion, because a good musical is fun to watch. I saw “Evita” about four times at the movies (twice with a gay guy, yeah) and “South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut” three times. I only saw “Moulin Rouge” once, but I hear it’s more fun on DVD than in a cinema. The thing I liked the best about “Chicago” was how the musical numbers took place in fantasy, people didn’t spontaneously burst into song. The costumes were so good and the hair styles were brilliant. I totally want to go and get my hair permed and bobbed. (No, bad idea).

Dylzno and I were going to see the Chinese Lantern Festival, but the streets around Albert Park were packed and there was no parking to be found so we went to the Turkish place on K Road and had kebabs. They have hookahs there. At the next table there were some guys smoking from one. I don’t know what is being smoked, though. It’s not tobacco or pot. Lack of people passed out on pillows or waking up and writing epic poems suggests it’s not opium. How very mysterious!