The undercover security, dressed in the sweated for Nike costumes, were on them in moments and one sambista landed up with a nasty cut and bruise to the hip and a grazed elbow when he was thrown from the shop. Off to McDonalds, passed the clowns worshipping those commodities at Sketchers, to check Gap. No good. Back to McDonalds for about 5 minutes of playing and handing out flyers until the manager shouted 'shut up' in the break, with a response of 'Fuck McDonalds'. Job done.
In a similar vein, the sambistas hooked up with No Sweat, the GMB and the CGT outside Puma on Carnaby Street. The band was large and police numbers were growing. As we played outside the shop, flyers were handed out, and, surprise surprise, 'Fuck Off Puma" was called in the breaks. We were given a lot of attention by the shoppers, but as we came to the end of the pedestrian area we were circled by the police. Again we were read our conditions, held in the 'briefing' by the police, and finally we were on the move down Oxford Street. Flyers were distributed in Nike Town as the band went by. McDonalds and Virgin received their fuck offs from the sambistas, and finally, surrounded by police up a back street, we decided to call it a day and go to the pub.
BY A SAMBISTA