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An Honest Review of Liberty 2015 by SickBitchCrips / 28 July 2015

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A photograph of Boris Johnson with his hand raised, pulling a stupid face

Boris Johnson. Photo by David Holt used under CC BY 2.0 licence.

We, SickBitchCrips, thoroughly enjoyed Liberty 2015. In fact, we can honestly say it was the best 50 minutes of our lives. On arrival, we bumped into larger than life Mik Scarlet and his wonderful wife Diane. They couldn’t have spoken more positively about Liberty and we were itching to make our grand entrance to see what all the fuss was about.

There were so many impressive moments we simply don’t know where to start. For example, the sculptural art that was the raised platform situated in front of the main stage was so precious and beautiful that nobody dared to mount it. The genius part was the water gushing around on top and the isolation and alienation it made us think about and relate to.

The alcoholic tent was empty and they didn’t serve champagne, which was a disgrace, so red wine had to do, at an extortionately crippling price.

Bradley Hemmings, a sweet, happy guy, bent over and sympathetically explained the financial restraints Liberty has been subjected to. So in conclusion, The Olympic Park is cheaper and the Mayor wants to reserve Trafalgar Square for international and cultural festivals and therefore Liberty has had its funding slashed by Boris. We totally understood and were delighted that at least we have somewhere to skip and dance and play with our balls.

Apparently, there are days of the year when Trafalgar Square is taken over by such events like a huge pillow fight and everyone dressing up as Santa Claus. We don’t really know how to match that, these are such ambitious and thought-provoking ideas.

The tiny erect tents sheltered the organisations, keeping them nice and dry, while we remained wet and excited by their leaflets.

The fluorescent zone managers/security/do-gooders were in abundance and it was a comfort to see that they were geared up for the drippiest of all days. Who needed heat when the rays from their jackets was enough to feel like we were in Benidorm.

The highlight of the day had to be when one of our delicate and fragile Chihuahuas did a shit in the name of live art.

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Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Diane Scarlet Wallace / 29 July 2015

Thank you for posting this Katherine; it’s so funny that it almost made me forget quite how cross I was at the event! 🙂

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Katherine Araniello / 29 July 2015

Thank you Diane, humour is the best retort in such cases!

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Sophie P. / 28 July 2015

Thank you Sick Bitch for being there never the less! 😉 x

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Katherine Araniello / 29 July 2015

Thanks!

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Debz / 28 July 2015

Wot, no turd-pic? Call that live-art?

Well I never.

And there’s me almost wishing I’d gone in person to that there Liberty Festival, which goes from bad to worse every year. But still we go back for more, it seems.

Thank you, Boris! And thank you, Ken, who started the whole thing. Back then, we had diversity coming out of our ears, down at City Hall.

Oh happy days…

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Katherine Araniello / 29 July 2015

Maybe next year!

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

richard downes / 28 July 2015 As I have already reported by posting a comment on someone else’s review I was not there. I gave it some deep consideration of cause and my deep consideration went so far as to exclaim I’m not going to get pissed on for 2 days out of 3 in the name of art. But if I’d have realised that the National Paralympians on their National Paralympic day where doing art, that we could play with their balls and I had a chance of getting shat on by a chichuahua I’d have given it even… Read more »

Alan Morrison
5 years ago

Katherine Araniello / 29 July 2015

Hilarious Richard!

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