Knock, knock, knocking on Number 10’s door

10 August, 2012

It was a scorching morning, the sun bearing down on our squinting faces, as we posed for photo’s, fake knocking on the famous door of Number 10.

I was representing Oxfam, along with other activists from Concern, ONE, Action Aid, Unicef and Save the Children, delivering a huge box of names – over 600,0000 people calling for immediate action on hunger in the Sahel area. The Prime Minster is holding a summit with all the VIP’s in town on Sunday – we had to let him know that we were all watching.

We toyed with what expression to put on for the photographer – happy, because everyone looks nicer with a smile, and we were thrilled that such a HUGE number of people were behind this, or stern, because 18 million people are starving to death each year? We each opted for something different, to mix it up a little. Unfortunately I was the Furious Scowling One. With the unwashed hair and the stain on her tee shirt.

There were some press inside the gate, and we piqued their interest a bit. They bossed us about, moving us around to get a good shot. I hope they cover this, I hope they show telly watchers how many people are involved in this fairer-world movement.

After much dillydallying, we handed over the box. And posed, fake knocking a bit more.

I really had to Instagram the hell out of this to disguise my slovenly ways

Job done, and as we thought about heading home, someone mentioned we could stay a bit, watch the Prime Minister get in his car.


I wasn’t keen. I was anxious, I had had to get friends to look after my daughter, Ramona, and I was already running late for them. And, why would I want to watch a stranger I wasn’t a fan of get in their car? I have to admit, a tiny bit of me considered whether I might be able to shout something out, to get across to him how urgent this was and how passionate we were. Would I get the sack? Or gunned down? Could I call out but in a kind, friendly, I-don’t-have-a-bomb-or-custard-pie way? As I wondered, someone else approached.

They ushered us out from behind the barriers, and explained that the Prime Minister would like to say hello.

We gathered by the door and a second later his chummy, pleasant face appeared. Not wanting to let a moment slip, in my Very Best, Most Articulate and Confidently Loud voice announced, like some kind of Head Girl speech, “We trust you are going to do every thing you can to create a world free from hunger” He pledged to. “We are passionate about a just world and hundreds of thousands of others are too.” He understood and chatted a bit more. Mo Farah was coming! They were gonna set up a race track! But he seemed positive that his hunger summit would be worth it.

As he left, we celebrated, we hugged and high fived. Delivering a petition turned into something that bit more. Not because we were stunned by the (very) rich and famous but because we hoped that the Prime Minister picked up our energy, that our faces, a little gang of global citizens, might be in his mind as he heads up Sunday’s meeting of leaders. Maybe he captured our hope and maybe we helped fortify him, to make the decisions he must. We can only wait and see.

And now I can say I didn’t even wash my hair for the PM. THAT is how much I don’t care for his Toryism and THAT is how much of a hippy I am.

Be a Good Un, find out more and continue to take action on Sahel here.

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  • Reply jennastobbs 10 August, 2012 at 7:27 pm

    I can’t get the last link to work????? I want to find out more……..

    • Reply lulastic 10 August, 2012 at 10:14 pm

      Fixed! Was missing a http, cor these internets are picky

  • Reply Tim 10 August, 2012 at 8:19 pm


    • Reply lulastic 10 August, 2012 at 10:15 pm

      Shake shake shake da room

  • Reply Lizzle 10 August, 2012 at 8:53 pm

    Awesome Lucy!!

  • Reply Sarah carritt 10 August, 2012 at 10:17 pm

    Well done you. X

  • Reply JenFlan 10 August, 2012 at 10:24 pm

    you are absolutely hilarious.

    • Reply lulastic 13 August, 2012 at 8:29 am

      Mwaharahahaaaha. Was it this post that stopped you washing your hair? If Lu can meet Dave as the Great Unwashed, I can do the Edinburgh Festival!

  • Reply Justin 12 August, 2012 at 10:16 pm

    i’m meeting the leader of the opposition next week with campbell roberts. any tips? should i not shower for a week, or perhaps where a camel hair suit?

    • Reply lulastic 13 August, 2012 at 8:32 am

      Yes, yes, YES exactly! Also, bare foot, ashes on face etc etc Erm, don’t tell Campbell it was my idea though- you take all the credit, yeah?

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