Passing an eviction from a former shop. A group of identikit bailiffs (hi-vis vests and shaved heads) stand around the front door, as one of them prepares to board up access, whilst the squatters stand around in the street. A strange juxtaposition of solemn officials and the (oddly) joyous evicted, dancing around to music in the midst of their worldly goods now assembled on the pavement. A celebration/performance, flying in the face of the conventional angst displayed at being removed from your habitat.