Dad, what's wrong with the telly?

Good evening, London.

Allow me first to apologize... ( ...That's the emergency channel! )

I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine...

( Bloody hell... )

I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration...

Whereby important events of the past usually associated with someone's death

or the end of some awful, bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday

I thought we could mark this November the 5th a day that is, sadly, no longer remembered

by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat

There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak.

Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way.

( It's Chancellor Sutler... ) (Damn it!)

Why?

Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation words will always retain their power.

Words offer the means to meaning... and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

And the truth is... there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?

( You designed it, wanted it foolproof. You said every television in London!... )

Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression.

And where once you had the freedom to object to think and speak as you saw fit

you now have censors and surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting submission. ( Cameras! We need cameras! )

How did this happen? Who's to blame?

Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others. And they will be held accountable.

But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be?

War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.

Fear got the best of you. And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.

He promised you order, he promised you peace and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey...

to remind this country of what it has forgotten.

More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the 5th of November forever in our memory.

His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words. They are perspectives.

So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you

then I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.

But if you see what I see

if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek

then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight

outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot.