May Day already

I can't believe it's bloody May already.... What the hell's going on? It completely passed me by, so imagine my surprise when I went to leave work at lunch time and found my way blocked by the normally friendly doormen and the doors locked. After a minute or two (literally) it sank in that the friendly looking banner-waving types wandering past outside were at the fore of the annual workers march. Despite the fact I'm not exactly what you'd call a fully paid up member of the David Cameron fan club, or - need I say it - a city fat cat, I felt like capitalist scum standing there, staring out through the floor to ceiling windows from my monument to the unfair distribution of wealth.

Of course, to make matters worse, when I eventually got out onto the street, I decided to wander up the Strand to watch the pretty parade, completely forgetting I was dressed in a business suit (is that a pin-stripe I see?) and looking for all the world like a money-grabbing, country-crushing Gordon Gecko wannabe.

I was considering picking up a bin and launching it at McDonalds across the road to show solidarity, but worried that my lack of throwing ability might cause me to hit the Spar next door instead, thus robbing me (albeit temporarily) of my morning Sausage and Egg Sizzler. Get there about 10.20am, they've been on the shelf since 6.20 and are reduced from £1.69 to 80p. Now that's socialism. Even the Communists (below) must see that it's a bargain.