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The Tamarians are inviting members of the public to a gathering in Plymouth from the 9th to the 12th of May 2014. The group is a local affinity group of Trident Ploughshares, and is determined to abolish Weapons of Mass Destruction, starting with the one on their doorstep: the Trident submarine based system. Trident Ploughshares’ valuable work has been recognised with a Right Livelihood Award, and a Nobel Prize nomination for founder member Angie Zelter.


There are 4 Trident submarines – one at sea at all times, each with up to 40 warheads of 100-120 kilotons. When fired, each missile can hit a different target.Each nuclear warhead on a Trident submarine is approximately 8-10 times more powerful than the bombs used on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Trident is a Weapon of Mass Destruction, and is illegal under international law. (1)

The decision whether to proceed with a Trident replacement will be made in 2016, after the 2015 general election.This ‘Main Gate’ decision will cost the British taxpayer approximately £100 billion (2), at a time when public services are being cut to the bone. There is now strong evidence that going ahead with replacing Trident would result in jobs being lost, due to the resultant lack of government investment in other economic and infrastructure development. (2)

At the Devonport Dockyard in Plymouth the submarines are refitted. The population of Plymouth is in danger of exposure to nuclear leaks, details of the dangers are most apparent in the internal reports on accidents. In 2012 there were 50 hazardous incidents at Devonport Dockyard. Some were serious incidents. Alarmingly, one of these incidents involved loss of power to the cooling system for nuclear reactors for 90 minutes, an event with potential nuclear implications, which arose partly from an inability to learn from previous incidents and to implement the recommendations from previous event reports. (3)

If local people are concerned about the impact all of this may have on their future, they can join the Tamarians in their endeavor to disarm the illegal WMD Trident system.

On the evening of Friday the 9th of May the weekend will be kick-started by the legendary local busking band Phat Bollard at the Fortescue Pub, Mutley. Saturday the 19th is the workshop and skill-sharing day, which will start from 9:30 at the Quaker House on Mutley Plain. Workshops include: non-violent direct action, update on the Devonport subs, consensus decision-making and facilitation, stories from veteran peace activists, banner-making and practicing creative insurrection. Food and shelter will be provided for the whole weekend, (donations are welcome).

 (1) Trident and International Law, 2011, Rebecca Johnson & Angie Zelter (Ed)

(2) People Not Trident: The Economic Case Against Trident Replacement, March 2014, CND

(3) Annual safety reports from HM Naval Base Devonport, March 2013, Ministry of Defense          

poor not cheap

Posted: April 5, 2014 in Uncategorized

copyleft: ARTURROI’m not a whore
Because I’m poor
Don’t treat me like
I’m cheap and like
To do what you
Want me to do
You can’t buy me
For £2.50
But thank you dear
For the pint of beer.


Posted: March 16, 2014 in Poems


Der Mollie fliegt, Sirenen summen,
Es ist zu warm, sich zu vermummen.
Den Pfefferspray wiegt Frühlingswind
Und Tränengas macht einen blind,
Wenn’s zwitschert aus der Gaspatrone
Hinein in die Gefahrenzone.
Bis abends ist der Kessel dicht,
Drumrum ein Schein von blauem Licht.
Die halbe Welt scheint zu erwachen,
Jetzt endlich einmal Luft zu machen,
Dem Unrecht das zum Himmel schreit.
Das ist die schönste Jahreszeit.

The sirens hum, the mollie flies//It is too warm to wear disguise//The sight diffused, we have to sneeze//‘Cause pepper hovers in the breeze//Gas cartridges to danger zones//Come flying in with chirping tones//Till dusk they keep the kettle tight//Around us all appears blue light//Half of the world rises and shines//To vent their anger against crimes//Of lies, injustice, warmonging …//My favourite season is the spring.


Posted: March 13, 2014 in Uncategorized

The racist bassist drank his drink
He said to me: “Dags, I would think
Of me if I was you, teetotal
That I am very trivial.
I wouldn’t even talk to me
Would leave this pub asap.
I wouldn’t have the time to spend
With drunks that drive me round the bend
I’d say this fool shall die in hell”
I looked at him and I said: “Well
I know all that, my little racist
And I regret that you’re my bassist.
Inside your beer glass swims your pick
Let’s get on with this fucking gig.”

Scene one

Midnight in an Austrian village. Beach Boy, Scraggly Bear, Holidaymaker and Tommy are raiding the bins of a Billa supermarket.

Beach Boy squatting over the edge of the container: Amazing! There is even more Parmesan.

Tommy and Holidaymaker take the Parmesan and put it in a box.

Enter from stage right, the Kiwarei.

1st policeman: What do you think you’re doing there? Pause. Louder, What do you think you’re doing there?

Holidaymaker: We are getting food … out of this bin.

1st policeman: This is theft; we will have to arrest you.

Beach Boy: Surely not. It is rubbish. They have thrown it away.

1st policeman pounces forward. Mysteriously: But is it YOUR rubbish? Silence. I ask you again, is it your rubbish? He dramatically gazes into the dumpster-divers’ eyes. I don’t think so … shouting, It is the supermarket’s rubbish, you get me?!

1st policemen orders 2nd policemen to keep dumpster-divers cornered. Swift exit stage right.

2nd policeman counts the Parmesan and takes a photograph of the ‘crime scene’.

Beach Boy jumping from his perch: Would you be an angel and also record the sell-by date?

2nd policeman kneels down to take close up shots of the symmetrically arranged goods. Mumbling: This one isn’t even out of date …

Tommy: Crazy ey, isn’t capitalist economy sick?

Re-enter 1st policeman.

1st policeman: The reinforcements are here now, come on, in the car, all of you. Chop chop, Schweinsgallopp!

Beach Boy: Hold on, Kiwaras. Allow us to tidy up. We cannot leave everything lying about.

Holidaymaker: Yes, this is a mess. What would the people of Billa think of us?

Dumpster-divers put the goods back into the bins. The officers watch.

Fade out lights. End of scene one.

Scene two

An office. Enter 1st policeman, flinging the door open so hard, that it bashes against the inside wall and bounces back.

1st policeman shouting: One of you, in my office. Anyone. Now!

Enter Tommy, who has a weakness for show-offs. They sit down on either side of the desk.

1st policeman: Name?

Tommy: ****** ************

Policeman types.

1st policeman: Date of birth?

Tommy: ** ** ****

Policeman types.

1st policeman: Address? ** ********* ****, ********, U.K.

1st policeman looking up: England? Are you English??

Tommy: No. I’m from Germany.

Policeman gives Tommy a derogative look. He types, swears repeatedly, presses delete button. Concentrates, then types again. Finally he gives up.

1st policeman: Why are you in Austria?

Tommy: I was on my way to Dresden, but took the wrong turning and I ended up in your wonderful countryside.

1st policeman: So you are telling me that you don’t know the other people?

Tommy: Of course I do, I met them a few days ago.

1st policeman: Can you tell me their names then?

Tommy: Umm… Beach Boy, Holidaymaker, Scraggly Bear, …

1st policeman: Scraggly Bear? Is that his real name?

Tommy: I doubt it; nobody is called Scraggly Bear for real.

1st policeman jumps from his chair and leans over desk. Shouting: Now, missy, you think that all this is funny, don’t you? Look at my face. Look! I don’t laugh. Do I?

Policeman stares into Tommy’s eyes. Tommy stares back. Holding the gaze, the policeman fumbles for the phone receiver and dials a number.

1st policeman sitting down, in and ensnaring voice: Oh, hello Mrs. prosecutor… yes … yes, I know what time it is. Pardon me … what it is, right, we have detained a group of… yes… yes, the activists from the forest occupation.

Tommy gives him an indignant ‘what the fuck?’- look.

1st Policeman: They have stolen food from the bins… yeah… at Billa’s… my question is now how to go about this matter … certainly… I agree with you, but you see, we have difficulties to determine their identity, because they have strange names like… questioning look at Tommy.

Tommy miming, whispering: Scrag-gly Bear.

1st policeman: Scraggly Bear. Yes. Giving a slight cough. Yes, Mrs. prosecutor … Good night Mrs. prosecutor. He hangs up. Folding arms he turns to Tommy. There are no two ways about it – you have to stay here until I have proof of identity … unless you give me proof of identity now.

Tommy: Why don’t you just Google me?

After a pause, 1st policeman hesitantly types. Turning the computer screen towards Tommy: Is this you?

Tommy, surprised: Yes …

1st policeman: The child on your arm, is this your child?

Tommy sighs. In a provokative and defiant tone: Yes, and I left it in the forest all alone and starving, and if you do not let me go now, the diggers will roll along and crush my baby. And then you will have to arrest yourself for complicity in murder.

1st policeman slams both hands on the table, fixing the gaze on Tommy again. Furiously, he leaves the room.

From the opened door the voices of Beach Boy and 2nd policeman can be heard.

Beach Boy: I would really like to muse over your question. In the meantime, allow me to ask YOU something. Are you local?

2nd policeman: Yes.

Beach Boy: And when you were small, did you play in the river? 2nd policeman sighs. And do you want your children to play in this river too? See, I know you are a good man. We understand each other, don’t we? I had this strange mystical feeling about you from the moment you appeared in that dark alleyway. It is just sad that you have made this terrible career choice. Nature needs to be saved, you know, because nature has no lobby. And nobody needs another power station. Just imagine, if we all… Carries on talking about ideological responsibilities in a fast, continuous, neurotic, yet charming manner.

End of scene two.

dance on the bath tub with a coffee cup lift your left knee and be happy//dance on the bath tub drink a little egg nog lift your right knee and be happy//dance on the bath tub with a coffee cup lift your left knee jump into the bath with glee//dance on a coffee cup with a bath tub lift your right knee jump into the cup with glee//dance on the bath tub with a riot cop lift your left knee and be happy//dance on a riot cop with a bath tub lift your right knee and be happy

free adaptation of homonymous piece by Müllstation

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