“Are you an indignado?” I ask Nikkos Kokkalis, using the term coined by young Spanish protesters to express outrage at José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero’s austerity plans, now swiped by the Greeks. “I’m a super-indignado,” he almost shouts. A 29-year-old graduate who lives with his parents, Nikkos has never done a proper job – just menial tasks for a website and an internship for a TV station. “There are 300 people over there,” he waves at the MPs’ offices. “Most of them make decisions without asking the people.”

At the diametrically opposite corner of Europe, and buffered by an embarrassing trade surplus, my local riff-raff just won’t feel the same visceral despair as the crowd in Athens or Tunis. Here, we are all too well bribed. Here, even the death metal bands are naively charming. Still there is work to be done…

AS yet we haven’t cooked up our slogans: “Give us some Cake” may work for a while, but what’s next?