Last night was a fun­draiser for the G20 car­ni­val, held in a newly squat­ted ware­house on the corner of Urquhart and High Streets near where I used to live. It’s funny because I often looked at that place and wondered if it was squat­ted and thought about turn­ing it into an awe­some ware­house living space like Shab­num and Justine used to live in in Surry Hills or like Sorayah’s place way back when I was at uni.

The party was great – I can’t express my grat­it­ude enough that anarch­ists have moved away from bands like Crass as their main source of enter­tain­ment. The reggae was funka­li­cious, the beats were good, and although the Bey­once and the occa­sional 60s track seemed out of place, they were still great to dance to. There was no power so the place was lit with tea lights in paper bags and christ­mas lights pre­sum­ably run off bat­ter­ies. Up a few stairs (tealight on each step, christ­maas lights through the rail­ing so you could see where it was) there was a plat­form with rugs and a pro­jector run­ning films onto a stretched out sheet. Stand near that and look out the window onto the Merri Creek in the quiet darkness.

Lots of good people too. And the money goes to provid­ing free food at the G20 car­ni­val. Based on the veggie tacos these guys were pro­du­cing, that’s an excel­lent cause.