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Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0"
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 08:01:27 -0700
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(Apparently the Greenpeacers also weren't prepared to
listen to the oil traders' point of view.)
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1487741,00.html
WHEN 35 Greenpeace protesters stormed the International
Petroleum Exchange (IPE) yesterday they had planned the
operation in great detail.
What they were not prepared for was the post-prandial
aggression of oil traders who kicked and punched them
back on to the pavement.
"We bit off more than we could chew. They were just
Cockney barrow boy spivs. Total thugs," one protester
said, rubbing his bruised skull. "I've never seen anyone
less amenable to listening to our point of view."
Another said: "I took on a Texan Swat team at Esso last
year and they were angels compared with this lot." Behind
him, on the balcony of the pub opposite the IPE, a bleary-
eyed trader, pint in hand, yelled: "Sod off, Swampy..."
--
"I wish to thank those who have been
admirably relentless in reminding us
when the line between doing a good
thing and thinking a bad thing has
been crossed."
-- Frank DiGiovanni
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 15:19:30 GMT
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"nu-monet v7.0" wrote:
>(Apparently the Greenpeacers also weren't prepared to
>listen to the oil traders' point of view.)
>
>http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1487741,00.html
>
>WHEN 35 Greenpeace protesters stormed the International
>Petroleum Exchange (IPE) yesterday they had planned the
>operation in great detail.
>
>What they were not prepared for was the post-prandial
>aggression of oil traders who kicked and punched them
>back on to the pavement.
>
>"We bit off more than we could chew. They were just
>Cockney barrow boy spivs. Total thugs," one protester
>said, rubbing his bruised skull. "I've never seen anyone
>less amenable to listening to our point of view."
>
>Another said: "I took on a Texan Swat team at Esso last
>year and they were angels compared with this lot." Behind
>him, on the balcony of the pub opposite the IPE, a bleary-
>eyed trader, pint in hand, yelled: "Sod off, Swampy..."
>
>
>
>--
Don't tell my mother I'm a rigger in an oil field,
she still thinks I'm a piano player in a whore house.