Today, we're gearing up (sic) to do a critical mass bike ride as the finale to a chain (sic) of local actions - a climate march, showings of anti fracking films and 'This Changes Everything' - in the the lead up to COP21 protest in Paris. We're calling it a red-lines cycle ride to chime with the red lines theme of the Paris protests. And we're gathering red ribbons on which riders write something precious to them that climate change threatens to take to Paris next week. I've written about critical mass in Aberystwyth before and I'll write more about Paris, but COP21 has brought up memories of COP15 in Copenhagen - overall sad but also some good. This picture featured on the front page of the Guardian at the time and they reprinted in recent weeks at the head of a photo feature recalling COP15. Back then, Trwper Twp and Capten Cyboli - who's never quite in the picture :-( - were riding their bikes, following a march that had kettled itself. A ring of protesters held hands around it so the Police couldn't act - brilliant! The march moves like a giant amoeba as it swelled in this or that direction. While Twp courageously smiled her passage between the assembled forces of the state - dozens of armoured riot vans - and attracted the attention of the world's press, Cyboli was picked up by some burly police - bike and and all - who tried to throw him into the march. Very painful with the crossbar in the Clown jewels! Anyway, here's the insubordinate Trwper Twp milking the media moment. We'll try to reinact this in Paris to help let the world know: we're not going, we cannot... We must take the future into our own caring hands and pedalling feet and make it smile.
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