I went to the anti-war march in London.
Police estimate that there were three-quarters of a million of us, organisers estimate two million, the truth inevitably splits the difference.
Do you know London? From Charing Cross along the Strand to Aldwych where another stream was joining from Waterloo Bridge, down to Victoria Embankment somewhere near Temple tube, back along the Embankment to Parliament Square and from there up Whitehall past Trafalgar Square and along Haymarket to Picadilly Circus, where we met yet a third stream, and then along Picadilly to Hyde Park Corner. All the way occupying the whole width of some of the widest streets in London. (we were restricted to the opposite side of the road going past Downing Street, but apart from that ...)
I don't do protest marches. I never have. I'm not politically active (although I do carry a membership card for one of the main British parties). So it was very strange for me. But very heartening too, sharing a common mind with a million-plus other souls many of whom hold political or religious views at odds with mine.
And will shiny Tony "bush-baby" Blair take any more notice of a million-and-one marchers than he would of a million? I hope so.
Afterwards I filled myself up with beer, and chatted with friends, and then I came home.
There will be photos once my ISP has fixed whatever is stopping them delivering the pages I've uploaded.
Maybe a caption competition too.
But until then, I'm going to bed.