The young people I saw at Shoko had a different spirit altogether. They obliged. And that they did it in the environs of the party’s headquarters was all the more admirable and joyous for me. I don’t know if the festival organisers had a brainwave in selecting the venue, or it was simply God’s sense of humour. Either way it was a masterstroke.
I always relish any occasion where the ordinary, the weak like me get an opportunity to take on the mighty. It is always a moment to savour; to see the Davids have a go at Goliath. Hopefully we may see him stutter, falter, stumble, his heart flutter and maybe even fall. At the end of the day every little blow will matter.