As I exited Bank tube station, it was immediately clear I was in the right place. |
The Socialist Party were clearly well-prepared to get their message out. |
I wasn't quite expecting the carnival atmosphere. Or a giant balloon hand. I idly wondered if the NUT operators planned to attempt a few gestures at the Houses of Parliament. |
Judging by their level of preparedness, the Fire Brigades Union must have done this sort of thing before. I bet they've got a hammock in there. |
That's unfortunate. I really need to learn to take more than one shot. |
As people gathered, the streets filled with colour and noise... |
... well, some streets. In my historical re-enactment days I learned the hard way not to mess with charging horses. Evidently most people didn't need such a painful lesson. |
The Essex Feminist Collective and Southend's UNISON representing. |
Co-ordination and inspiration came in the form of a series of speeches from organisers and key individuals like Green Party leader Natalie Bennett and activist Dr Jacky Davies. |
As I explored the growing throng, I was slightly concerned to see a group who felt the need to hide their identities, but they were a tiny minority. |
A mobile rock band with their drummer on a rickshaw entertained the crowds. |
Quite possibly the march's youngest protester? |
One of the more colourful banners. I suspect a Blue Peter badge was involved. ;) |
The butterfly supporting immigration made me smile. There was something poetic about it being nestled among the more militant signage. |
As I ducked down a side street, a squad of police with riot gear rushed the other way. I hoped nothing untoward was occurring. |
My detour to get to the head of the march before it started made me stumble across this sinister lot. I moved on quickly. |
... the police were aware of the group and were quietly monitoring their activity. |
In stark contrast, just around the corner at St. Paul's Cathedral, the Salvation Army played a dainty tune as some kind of St John Ambulance presentation took place. |
I got to the head of the protest as it set out and the diversity of the protesters soon became clear as they marched toward me up Ludgate Hill. |
Bankers masturbate while Vesus saves. Or something. |
I was disappointed by the lack of close harmony singing from the Welsh contingent. |
Caravans Against Austerity? Um, okay. |
The Norfolk contingent. This lady was giving me a smile and a friendly wave, not trying to hide from the camera as it appears. |
Apathy Schmapathy! |
I admire his candour, but I'm not sure that's a sound economic policy. |
Go on little fella! |
Still not singing, but at least they brought their dragons. |
What the hell ARE you doing, Dave? |
No, I don't know what 'unanquishable' means either. I think they missed out a 'V'. Maybe it's a subtle reference to V for Vendetta. |
'Over 200 dead women in 18 months [due to] domestic violence.' |
Here comes the scene-stealing FBU battle bus, with 'unity in strength' emblazoned on the side. |
Rumour has it that David Dickenson was so enraged by government policy that he spontaneously combusted half-way along the route. |
This street performer treated us to a very funny satirical number about Ian Duncan Smith's welfare policies. |
Approaching Parliament Square, the positive vibe continues (and passing tourists look bemused). |
Approaching Parliament Square, we are greeted with a big screen for those who can't get close enough to see the stage. |
I chuckled. Her boyfriend can shower, but I think a more 'industrial solution' would be necessary for the other problem. |
The first few thousand already in place, eagerly awaiting for the speakers to appear on the stage. |