Well, we're home already.

The kids declared war on each other before we even left the house, which was not a good omen. Their friend Guy was bringing his catapult on the march so he could sort out any Iraqis he might meet. Not sure he's really with the programme.

We waited at Finsbury Park for half an hour then tubed to Russell Square. An hour and a half later we'd made it to Bedford Square and at that point I gave in and took the kids home.

We enjoyed the bit we joined in on though. The kids were impressed by the noise every time a wave of shouting passed through the crowd and we enjoyed various chants, banners, drummers, and stuff. I enjoyed being out in a crowd of amiable grownups. I had more conversations with strangers in two hours than I usually manage in a month, including people on the tube who weren't going to the demo.

I would have liked to see Hyde Park but at least we got a taste of it all. And I don't suppose this is the last such demo we'll ever see...

B-)