Step one: Google is your enemy. Google pulls data from old articles. Instead, search for “[Cause] march London Saturday [Date]” on X and filter by “Latest.” Look for a pinned tweet from the lead organizer. If the pinned tweet is from a week ago, scroll down to their latest retweet. Step two: Check the event’s Facebook page—yes, it’s still used for protests, mostly by the Gen Xers who refuse to use Instagram. Step three: If all else fails, DM Dave and say, “Bro, for the love of God, what time?” He probably forgot, but he’ll check his WhatsApp group and reply with a screen grab.
And if you can’t find any time? Assume 12 PM and bring a book. You’ll either be early (and get a good spot) or right on time (and join the chaos). The beautiful thing about London protests is that even if you’re wrong, you’ll find 200 other lost people wandering around Trafalgar Square holding signs that say “I Still Don’t Know The Time.” You’ll make friends. You’ll share a sense of collective confusion. That, my friend, is the very spirit of protest—coming together, united by a cause, and also by the inability to read a schedule properly.
So, Saturday? Probably 12 PM or 1 PM. But double-check. And if you’re still lost? Just follow the sound of a vuvuzela and a guy on a loudspeaker. You can’t miss it. See you there—hopefully not at 9 AM freezing your butt off like I did.
