I was working on Marathon day. Afterwards, I sat in Trafalgar Square and watched some hippies (under the influence of alcohol) try and play drums and convince passers to join the fight and smash capitalism. Some tourists took pictures and others got frightened when approached by a man that could barely form a coherent sentence.
It was a moment typical of the Green Fields at Glastonbury, but in London, it became an exercise in the surreal. There was even a man with a token ‘Free Hugs’ T-shirt. Underneath this slogan he had a piece of A4 stuck on with masking tape saying, ‘Or a kiss for £20′.
Oh, the irony.