Per tuum sanguinem salvanos.
On the way home tonight after a few (unsatisfying) beers standing at the bar in the Marquis I stumbled into a demo. The sound of whistles and drums drew me, that languid, festival (in the strictly modern English sense of the word) cacophony of dreadlocks and tents emanating from the square outside Westminster Cathedral.
Police a go-go, most of them sporting baseball caps with the tell-tale black & white stripes, and a refreshing mix of old & young, banging things, blowing whistles, selling radical left newspapers and all that jazz.
I made an educated guess that the protest was something to do with TB becoming a confirmed Catholic, filmed a bit and then moved on. I found out later that Brian Eno was also present, but I wouldn't have known him from Adam in any case.