I look back fondly and gratefully to my experience of Tolmers Square, and to the uncommodified, in-person fun to be had there in droves. A moment when the Vietnam War had ended and punk started, when political protest could be playful, Tolmers for me meant radical politics and a lot of alcohol. But I never managed to turn into Corinne.
Outside the court there was relief and jubilation for the squatters but consternation for the property company and their lawyers.
Looking back 50 years is an intriguing prospect. Most people in this 50th reunion were quite young in the 1970s… including myself, naive, chaotic, restless. Now we are 70-ish, maybe slowing down, maybe on the spectrum of retirement?
There were those who dreamed of barricades and molotov cocktails, and I would idly wish someone would blow up Euston Tower when it blocked the sky from the windows where I lived. But truly we were peaceful protesters and within the law.
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
It was a turning point in my life. I was wanting to find an alternative way of living and engaging in community politics.