JUST Stop Oil are disrupting the fabric of British society with their daring protests, albeit only the hand-embroidered floral fabric. These are their next affluent targets:
Life drawing class
Pencils are sharpened, easels are ready but instead of a nude man with a concerning BMI two protesters enter and throw orange pigment at those assembled, ruining their Jigsaw dresses and their day. Especially as Adrian, the instructor who trained at the Slade, had sternly informed everyone it was monochrome-only week.
A screening of South Korean queer cinema
The audience, proudly snack-free, file in for a rare screening of Yoo Ha’s 2008 classic A Frozen Flower. They are confident it will be an experience to discuss over intimate kitchen suppers for months, but instead are confronted with two Just Stop Oil stalwarts flinging soup. Even worse when a parental voice from the audience says ‘Put that down, Jolyeon.’
The Journey Menu at the Fat Duck
The diners settle to travel through 30 years of culinary iconoclasm, from the aerated beetroot to the crab ice-cream, bellies rumbling with anticipation. But what? A pair of activists with Oxbridge degrees enacting the kind of protest that is thoroughly agreed with only from afar? The evening is ruined, and for what? The Earth?
Liminal Chords at The Barbican
Really. Poet and sound artist MA.MOYO doesn’t respond in sound to the radical work of artist Noah Davis very often. This might be the only time, and now it’s been interrupted by two young people who may be principled but are also rude. Made worse by your initial gauche uncertainty as to whether it was part of the performance.
The World Darts Championship
Ah. Attended ironically by the middle-classes, who find the costumes and the drinking so very vibrant, the protestors have perhaps misjudged their hand here. The majority of the audience, and indeed the competitors, are less fond of irony and prefer lager. It is not orange which stains Just Stop Oil’s clothing as they are ushered out but an altogether redder hue.
