Yesterday, I failed you.

Let me lay down some groundwork, yesterday I took a trip to Parliament, don't worry I'm not arranging an uprising against David Cameron just yet, I'm too busy. I was on an assignment, In Monday I got a text from my editor asking if I was free for a committee meeting in Parliament the next day, as a power hungry little sob, I said yes, after I woke up and four cups of coffee.

I will add the link to article that I wrote here when it is published, but this blog post is about what happened before and after that committee meeting. The first thing I did as soon I walked out of Westminster tube station was turn my phone on. It's an iPhone, I was trying to save to battery life.

A force of habit of mine is to check twitter every 5 minutes, just like everyone else. All those tweets, all those thoughts, all those voices, I don't know about you but I think that the human race might be the Borg.

On twitter I saw that Occupy Parliament SQ replying to one of our Shout Out UK tweets, (it wasn't one of mine, I was in the underground at the time.) Their reply was simply put "breaking?" 

This was my call to action.

This perked my curiosity, I took the weekend off, from doing anything, I hardly went on the Internet, and I spent most of it sleeping or writing my series of stories that I had been working on for about three or four months. I really know how to pick them, with Bilderberg, the protests in turkey and Edward Snowden, I missed quite a lot.

So I made a mental note, the G8 protests were only five or ten minutes away, as soon as I'm done with this committee meeting, I'm going to make my way down there and report on what is happening because it is my job.

Instead as soon as I left Parliament, I checked my phone again, saw that the protests were growing bigger and I turned into a coward. Instead of waking past Westminster tube station and going up to Piccadilly, where according to Twitter, the protest were. I went in the station, put my headphones in and made my way home because I wanted to write my committee article.

It's my job to tell the world what is going on and instead I was selfish and just went home. 

Granted, it was the safe thing to do, it was the sane thing to do, and it's what most normal people who want to stay out of the way do, but it's not what I should have done. 

For me, I have to play by a different set of rules, I have to run in the opposite direction to everyone else, and find out why they are running. It is my job to report on what is happening, it is not my job to run off like a coward, and read it all on Twitter, being tired is no excuse. 

It is because of this that I am no better than the CSA. I committed one of the few acts that I consider evil, I stood by while people were in trouble, while people were being stamped on. I may have only been one drop in the ocean, but I had my phone, I was able to record video. A video that I could have recorded, could have a been used to show police brutality, it could have been used to clear someone's name, it could have been used to show the world and future generation what was happening in London.

Someone like Edward Snowden is a hero, he gave up paradise, to tell the world what had happened, he is now on the run. I turned my back on my fellow man because I failed in my job, I'm now sat at home writing this.

I've wrote on this blog that I wanted some excitement in my life, well there is was. Excitement looked me in the eye and I turned away.

Today I failed not just as a reporter, but as a human.