What Did You Do During The Protest March?
I was here – kind of. I had accidentally arranged something else on the same day that put me right in the middle of it. The march was mostly very orderly and happy, with people from the public service sector complaining about the cuts, elderly folk in wheelchairs and children with balloons and many banners, and I found myself at its epicentre.
To be more precise, I was inside the Jermyn Street Theatre in Piccadilly Circus.
Could it possibly sound more middle class to say that while the protestors were chucking smoke bombs and paint a hundred yards from me, I was watching a musical version of ‘She Stoops To Conquer’?
I went with Joanne Harris and her daughter Anouchka, and met the cast after. Then I came out onto the street, climbed over the debris and went to dinner. Having paid my dues by going on a great many London marches in the past (often far less peaceful than this) I felt entitled to.
And don’t believe the scaremongering stories in the press – I walked through the middle of the whole thing and it was fine. For the record, ‘The Kissing Dance’ sees composer Howard Goodall back on form after the mis-step of ‘Love Story’, with a wonderfully funny and faithful reworking of Goldsmith’s play transposed to the Edwardian era.