Hostilities ceased at the HS2 site on Christmas Day as a truce was called between the opposing factions. The hippie protesters and the bully boy security guards entered no man’s land on the Harvil Road, shook hands and exchanged gifts and showed each other photos from their wallets of their families back home. The peaceniks brought jasmine tea and the security thugs offered premium strength vodka. They then all sat down to a Christmas dinner of gluten free vegan nut cutlets and raw steak.

After much merriment tree climber Swampy McSwamp produced a football and the two teams played a fifteen a side football match that lasted three hours until the security goons won on penalties and Swampy took his ball home. They then exchanged ‘herbal’ cigarettes and took forty winks in the peace Camp after all the excitement.

At the stroke of midnight both parties embraced and promised to do it all again next year, or maybe even on Boxing Day if it stops snowing. Head of Thuggery Igor the Impaler said “They not so bad these hippies. They smoke good shit and believe in free love although I didn’t get to shag any of them. Still , if I catch them on the site trespassing next week I gonna mash them up proper!”

To which Swampy countered ” They’re alright them bastards. I know they’re only doing their job. I just hope this bloody war is over soon and we get back to dear old Blighty. It’s the cockneys I feel sorry for, huddled in their air raid shelters every night whilst the Bosch bomb their houses to smithereens”.

“Anyway, they needn’t think there’ll be too much progress on the site this week. Whilst they were getting drunk I pissed in the digger’s fuel tank!”

The hippie football team.

The bastard squad.