I see Ganpati and his mates are at it again.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

No, but they are your sort, aren't they? Dreadlocks, terrible dancing, excessive body hair on the females and generally poor hygiene? Hmm?

Sorry, but you all píss in the same yurt as far as I'm concerned.

On a more serious note, this lot are basically radical marxists using environmentalism as cover for their desire to take us back to Year Zero.

Watermelons: Green on the outside; red on the inside. Kill them all.

When I'm in my pro-democracy mood {which obv never extends to plebiscites on Europe} I believe that if they want to effect change, they should get a political party to support it and then get that party elected.

But they know full well that the public would never support no cars and flights etc.

As such, any peaceful protest will make no change.

They therefore think they should use illegal actions to force the majority to accept the wishes of a tiny minority. This makes them fascists and my tribe is generally anti-fascist.

As to the other points:

Yurts - nothing wrong with them, made a new mate in the Drôme who'd built one on his land and very nice it is, too.

Dreadlocks - I used to have some for a couple of years, but we're generally all skinheads.

Poor hygiene - don't need to wash if everything smells of diesel and woodsmoke. Feet can get manky if you don't tahe your shoes off for a month, but before we got our own truck to live in at festies, I had a pair of Goretex boots, and I alone didn't get trench foot. So there.

Excessive female body hair on the females - many, yes, but my beloved always prided herself on being the best looking so kept herself ship-shape and Bristol fashion. They'd all be wearing DMs, she's be stomping around the mud in knee-high black leather Miu-Miu boots which really showed off her legs.

Terrible dancing - personally, guilty as charged. But compared to the eco-nazis in the video, at least we could blame it on being completely munted. Mates are doing a party in Berlin at the beginning of May so may go out for that. I shall observe their dancing for you. Their music is all deliberately unpleasant industrial frequencies over as fücked up, undanceable breakbeats as possible. Not really my sort of thing, but there as sound a group of people there is, so I'll probably offer to do the bar for a couple of hours and wait until closer to dawn to get seriously off me trolley.

Why don't you come and join us, B? You're never too old for new experiences.

Oh, C, foodwimb. How can I get good cheap food in Berlin? Haven't been there since '95. Can you get those fat sausages as takeaways? What's good street food? I think I munched a few kebabs last time, as it was the first time I'd eaten them ourside England and the garlic sauce was a revelation back then.

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When I'm in my pro-democracy mood {which obv never extends to plebiscites on Europe} I believe that if they want to effect change, they should get a political party to support it and then get that party elected.

But they know full well that the public would never support no cars and flights etc.

As such, any peaceful protest will make no change.

They therefore think they should use illegal actions to force the majority to accept the wishes of a tiny minority. This makes them fascists and my tribe is generally anti-fascist.

As to the other points:

Yurts - nothing wrong with them, made a new mate in the Drôme who'd built one on his land and very nice it is, too.

Dreadlocks - I used to have some for a couple of years, but we're generally all skinheads.

Poor hygiene - don't need to wash if everything smells of diesel and woodsmoke. Feet can get manky if you don't tahe your shoes off for a month, but before we got our own truck to live in at festies, I had a pair of Goretex boots, and I alone didn't get trench foot. So there.

Excessive female body hair on the females - many, yes, but my beloved always prided herself on being the best looking so kept herself ship-shape and Bristol fashion. They'd all be wearing DMs, she's be stomping around the mud in knee-high black leather Miu-Miu boots which really showed off her legs.

Terrible dancing - personally, guilty as charged. But compared to the eco-nazis in the video, at least we could blame it on being completely munted. Mates are doing a party in Berlin at the beginning of May so may go out for that. I shall observe their dancing for you. Their music is all deliberately unpleasant industrial frequencies over as fücked up, undanceable breakbeats as possible. Not really my sort of thing, but there as sound a group of people there is, so I'll probably offer to do the bar for a couple of hours and wait until closer to dawn to get seriously off me trolley.

Why don't you come and join us, B? You're never too old for new experiences.

Oh, C, foodwimb. How can I get good cheap food in Berlin? Haven't been there since '95. Can you get those fat sausages as takeaways? What's good street food? I think I munched a few kebabs last time, as it was the first time I'd eaten them ourside England and the garlic sauce was a revelation back then.

That's very honest of you, Ganpati. You smell and listen to terrible music.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

That's very honest of you, Ganpati. You smell and listen to terrible music.

Oh, I try to be honest. When you've been living in a truck in a field for a few months, hygiene goes out of the roller-shutter.

But music taste is personal. I'm sure my mates DJing and many of the people coming from all over Europe to dance to it think it's absolutely the bees knees.

But this mob's stuff seems to be about pushing things to limits to see how clever and hardcore they can be. Guess I was just from a slightly earlier generation of free raver to them.

Personally, I'm just going to get munted with some old and dear friends. That was the great thing about getting a truck - you didn't have to spend all your time on and around the dancefloor. You could go back with your mates to your truck, lunch out on the sofa and bed and have a nice, civilised chat while cooking up your K in a frying pan.

Though, obviously, some of the music I listened to was literally, for me, the aural embodiment of the Divine. Spent hours in a completely different plane of consciousness to the physical reality of the dancefloor. Or even when you stay on planet earth but see the music literally come alive.

Wish I knew how that worked. We've detected the gravitational waves of colliding black holes but don't have the first fücking clue about how we became conscious or even the most basic scientific understanding of the higher planes.

I mean, have you seem some the shît that's considered worthy of academic study nowadays? But no-one bothers to investigate consciousness.