The Socialist Alliance Assembles

[Doug ex-em4]

Lawns be damned, these lawns will become fields, tilled by the cringing peasants to feed the revolutionaries and we need more banners.

More banners are on their way, Comrade.

And only red beet will be grown.

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Radishes, red onions and maybe carrots are also permissible. On reflection carrots may not meet the strict colour requirements of the Trotsky Vegetable Selection Committee.

Don’t forget the solid revolutionary credentials of the tomato.

Doug

[Legionnaire]

Don’t forget the solid revolutionary credentials of the tomato.

Doug

I'd think the red chili pepper would be a more fitting thing for a revolution than a tomato  .

[Patrice]

  Fascinationg! Well done. Can't wait to see what will happen next.

[Doug ex-em4]

I'd think the red chili pepper would be a more fitting thing for a revolution than a tomato  .

I think you make a good point, sir…!

Fascinationg! Well done. Can't wait to see what will happen next.

Thanks Patrice and good to hear from you


Whilst the 1st section settle in to their new billets, Comrade Commissar van Dyke has already despatched the POUM lorry to a coalfield near Sheffield, in the West Riding of Yorkshire. Waiting there are a section from the armed wing of the Miners’ Welfare Club (Sheffield Branch). They have been seconded to the 47th Ad-Hoc Shock Platoon and will form the 2nd section. They tend to follow the line of CPGB (Communist Party of Great Britain) and in normal times there would be a violent hostility between them and the Trotskyists but these are not normal times and a working truce has been established. The men of the 2nd section are all miners. Under the leadership of Comrade Lieutenant Harold Scargill, ably assisted by Comrade Sergeant David Corbyn, they will make a formidable addition to the 47th.

They await their transport in the shadow of the pit-head, eager to join their unit and carry the revolution into the heart of England




Doug

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

These mining types look like formidable foes. They also talk in a sort of code, so the Borchester chaps won't understand them. They'll be full of phrases like "Chuffin' 'ell, that ruddy whippet 'as took me cap down snicket an' I've run oot of Woodbines. That's a threp in't steans an' no mistake!"

[Moriarty]

‘Sorry,old boy; I just don’t understand your banter’.

[Vagabond]

"Don’t forget the solid revolutionary credentials of the tomato."

Pah, tomatoes are bourgeois fruit, not fit for an honest revolutionary.


  "Chuffin' 'ell, that ruddy whippet 'as took me cap down snicket an' I've run oot of Woodbines. That's a threp in't steans an' no mistake!"

I put this into Google translate to try and make sense of your mangling of the Kings English, as spoken by the good people residing in God's own country. It failed miserably on the second sentence, muttering something about "Scone Munchers taking a leak" 

I look forward with keen anticipation to hearing more of the bold exploits of the men from the pit head.

[Doug ex-em4]

These mining types look like formidable foes. They also talk in a sort of code, so the Borchester chaps won't understand them. They'll be full of phrases like "Chuffin' 'ell, that ruddy whippet 'as took me cap down snicket an' I've run oot of Woodbines. That's a threp in't steans an' no mistake!"

I think you’re confusing these lads with folk from t’North Riding


Doug

[Aethelflaeda was framed]

Perhaps a nice radicchio salad with that beetroot?  Hint of goat cheese and rocket?  A nice mushroom risotto?

[Doug ex-em4]

Next day, the miners arrive at HQ where Comrade Major Braddock gives Comrade Lieutenant Scargill a warm welcome, despite their ideological differences.

But, oh dear. The poor inn. The 1st Section have now pitched their tents in the already desecrated garden and to make matters worse, the POUM lorry has burst through the hedge to deposit the miners in the previously untouched part of the garden. On top of that, Bessie has ordered that road blocks should be set up outside the inn and her enthusiastic subordinates ransacked the inn for anything that would be useful in a barricade. And the miners have brought their own banners.

The Landlord is still nowhere to be seen.



Doug

[Michi]

the POUM lorry has burst through the hedge to deposit the miners in the previously untouched part of the garden.

Well, that's not the worst part that happened to the previously untouched part of the garden. Neighbours saw some the miners starting to dig... 

[Legionnaire]

Well, that's not the worst part that happened to the previously untouched part of the garden. Neighbours saw some the miners starting to dig... 

Maybe they feel very uncomfortable being out in bright daylight, more at home underground 

[Legionnaire]

Next day, the miners arrive at HQ where Comrade Major Braddock gives Comrade Lieutenant Scargill a warm welcome, despite their ideological differences.

But, oh dear. The poor inn. The 1st Section have now pitched their tents in the already desecrated garden and to make matters worse, the POUM lorry has burst through the hedge to deposit the miners in the previously untouched part of the garden. On top of that, Bessie has ordered that road blocks should be set up outside the inn and her enthusiastic subordinates ransacked the inn for anything that would be useful in a barricade. And the miners have brought their own banners.

The Landlord is still nowhere to be seen.



Doug

At this point, I am fearing for the safety of The Landlord  ! A man with no stakes in the ongoing political power plays, just trying to enjoy his garden and a pint or two... The thought, that he is held in the wine cellar, with a single flickering light bulb and a hard wooden stool as only company has crossed my mind... Those revolutionaries, fired up by cheap vodka and their own misguided ideologies are surely capable of such!

Great job as always sir and I'm sure we are all sitting at the edge of our seats in anticipation of what comes next in this riveting saga!!!

[Patrice]

Fascinationg! Well done. Can't wait to see what will happen next.

Thanks Patrice and good to hear from you

I can't help it: these 4th International flags remind me of a time, a long time ago, when I was a young student with ideas. 

[Doug ex-em4]

At this point, I am fearing for the safety of The Landlord  ! A man with no stakes in the ongoing political power plays, just trying to enjoy his garden and a pint or two... The thought, that he is held in the wine cellar, with a single flickering light bulb and a hard wooden stool as only company has crossed my mind... Those revolutionaries, fired up by cheap vodka and their own misguided ideologies are surely capable of such!

Great job as always sir and I'm sure we are all sitting at the edge of our seats in anticipation of what comes next in this riveting saga!!!

Thanks for keeping up with this long and winding tale (there is a game at the end of it - I promise). Yes, The Landlord. I have to admit, I’m getting worried about him as well…!

Thanks Patrice and good to hear from you


I can't help it: these 4th International flags remind me of a time, a long time ago, when I was a young student with ideas. 

Patrice, you and me both. I was a student in 1968. One of my flatmates went to Paris to join the protest (of course, he was the one with a rich father so could afford to just take off like that That was the first time we’d heard of the CRS, it was a bit of a surprise to see them in action.

Doug