Wednesday, 8 April 2009


I have deleted this post, because I have upset someone with it.
I never meant to cause any hurt, I simply wanted to find some peace in myself and release some pain by writing it all out. I dont think I wrote anything slanderous or horrific - I just think perhaps the truth hurt after reading it, and some people are more private than I am...

We both failed. Nothing else matters.
People break up all the time.

I am sorry I offended you.

I hope we can be friends...

Miss Ana Matrix

Sunday, 5 April 2009


Is it possible for a gay girl to be bi-curious? lol.

G20 Protest - 2009

A video I made about my experience of the Reclaim The Streets Protest, on 4th April 2009, Bank of England.

The day started off quite peacefully, with the march from Moorgate (one of 4) being a relaxed affair, people walking up the street towards Bank using loadhailers to get across their political messages. The crowd was mixed - eco warriors, free Palestine demonstrators, financial crime haters, jobless civilians fighting for answers and black bloc anarchists.

Threadneedle St started to get packed as early as 12:30pm, with police throwing smoke bombs into crowds for no apparent reason, riot cops trying to force crowds back in on themselves in an effort to 'contain' them, and beating people up with trunchens the minute the protestors got too close.

The police barracaded tens of thousandsof people into Bank, with all five roads leading out of the junction being controlled by scores of police on horses, with riot shields, helmets and batons. At one point when filming, I was pushed though the crowd of riot police, and was lucky to have escaped with only an elbow to my face.

Later on, we went to Climate Camp. This section isnt covered in my film, as by then my battery had ran out, but it started as a peaceful protest in the middle of Bishopsgate (right next to Liverpool Street), where a few thousand people had set up tents, occupying the main road completly, playing music, and handing out free food to hungry demonstrators. However, after a few hours, the police started to infringe on this peace, and began to move in on the crowds, blocking us in from both sides, and also blocking the other thousands of protestors who were a couple of streets away on Threadneedle St from being able to reach us. The police were shitting themselves really, but made up for their fear by hitting people who were sitting down in protest, and not letting anybody out for over 4 hours

By around midnight, we were set free. Shouting 'we are not prisoners', me and my friends walked all the way home from Liverpool Street to Dalston.

13 Hours of Protest.