On this Midsummer weekend, I shan’t be dancing naked in golden meadows because the weather is bloody awful where I am.
But it is comforting to know that the police are fully prepared to take on the reveling revelers at the Stonehenge celebrations this year. Yes, our good and decent enforcers of the law are absolutely not going to tolerate any illegal drug-taking and unlawful raves. No folks. After years of a relaxed police approach to the Stonehenge celebrations it seems that this year, in keeping with the spirit of recent crowd-control tactics that they’ve come to be known by, ie, aggressive and totally disproportionate, they are going to beat the shit out of clamp down on those menacing peacenik druids, those troublesome hippies and those violent New-Age families who are all hellbent on doing bad, bad, anti-social stuff like watch the solstice and drink elderflower wine and smoke wacky-baccy and hold free festivals and laugh and be merry and get high off nature and celebrate the longest day by staying outdoors all (gasp) night (gasp) long.
Seriously folks, there’s no need for threatening pre-event language from the police. They know jolly well that this is antagonistic. But that’s what they want isn’t it.
Here’s my Midsummer greeting for this year:
Stick up thy gentle finger towards the crowd-kettlers.
Dance the dance of the revolt.
Go forth and effect some merry mischief-making.
Laugh. Sing. Dance. Drink.
Celebrate our good and lovely Earth,
Merriest wishes folks!