Showing posts with label British Youth Council. Show all posts
Showing posts with label British Youth Council. Show all posts

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Meeting

Hey folks

Today was the Annual General Meeting of the British Youth Council, which aims to represent and promote young people in the UK. I attended as a delegate member. The day reviewed the BYC’s activities of the past year and determined the direction the charity would go in over the following twelve months. The council was made up of members of charities, faith groups, youth councils and political groups, many of whom I didn’t even know existed.

In the morning we also elected the new chair and the rest of the team, after which fireworks ensued. Within half an hour of the chair being elected a guy declared no confidence in him, seemingly because of a personal vendetta. All of us for whom this was the first BYC meeting watched in stunned silence as people started screaming at each other in every regional dialect and shouting others down without actually making any sense. In the end, the motion was sensibly withdrawn and we carried on.

In the afternoon there was a review on progress made and media exposure given to the BYC, before another controversial half-hour. The National Union of Students proposed that the charity have a policy not to share a platform with people holding extreme prejudiced or bigoted views. We weren’t sure that this was within the Council’s constitution, and people argued that by refusing to engage with bigots we wouldn’t be able to counteract their attitudes. In the end the motion was rejected by just two votes and there were many abstentions. That prompted the NUS delegation to walk out.

Anyway, I think the idea of a national group which can represent the views of young people to the decision-makers in the country is a really good idea, which is why I decided to be a candidate for the Participation and Development sub-committee.

The SJA posse


















Outside Council headquarters near London Bridge

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Saturday

Great day.

This morning was the first meeting of the St John Ambulance youth representatives of the British Youth Council. The BYC is an umbrella body representing the voice of (some) of Britain’s young people and encourages them to get more involved with shaping issues concerning us all. Their annual general meeting is next month, and the eight of us got together for this first time to work out how we were going to find out the ideas of youngsters throughout the organisation. With thousands of members, it’s going to be tough. The team are all really helpful and enthusiastic though, so hopefully we’ll get everybody’s voices heard.


In the evening it was Lily’s birthday. I haven’t caught up with lots of medical school friends since I started at Hammersmith Hospital, so it was great to see everyone again. The birthday girl had rented out our own karaoke room and we spent the night entertaining each other with our voices. Unfortunately, I was atrocious – toneless, tuneless and LOUD! Halfway thought a group of little girls entered, intrigued by all the warblings and sang their way through Britney’s ‘Hit Me Baby…’. They really did put us to shame.




I left at midnight, and on the way back home, came across this:


Alas the picture’s not too good, but it’s an overturned car. It was on Ladbroke Grove, where revellers were congregating in preparation for the Notting Hill Carnival. Things got a bit out of hand and a group of people flipped over the car and were dragging it along along the road before police got to the scene. I took a couple of quick pictures before sprinting back home on my bike.

I am a bit more worried about first aiding at the Carnival tomorrow though. Most people have a great time but with around one million people expected to attend this year, gang violence is once again expected. I just hope there aren’t too many collapses and head injuries to treat.

Till tomorrow.