Time to don the poncho, stick unconventional objects through my earlobes and destroy capitalism, as I sample how things are run at the Occupy London protest outside St Paul's Cathedral.
The camp's already been going a week when I arrive and, walking past the cathedral's northern side, I'm plunged deep into an improvised world of elaborate hats, rollie-smoking, and the wearing of non-conformism on what is starting to become a heavily soiled sleeve.
A closer look reveals people of all ages and races, and several temporary institutions that help the camp's flow of knowledge. There's a legal tent, an information centre and a kitchen. As a bloke takes to the mic, singing Dylan-style ballads about bankers, I stumble upon the camp's library, named Starbooks after the global coffee giant it's pitched in front of. Its founder is the dreadlocked Ashley, a carer by day, who envisioned a place where like-minded people could meet and exchange ideas. And, yes, people are standing in the sun talking economic models as others read, make enquiries or donate books - everything from hefty political tomes to Jesus and His Times. That's one for the thinning ranks of the St Paul's top brass.