First I marched against the invasion of Afghanistan, before the UK went in. By the time Blair was planning Iraq too I was livid. It was obviously all going to backfire. My brother and his daughters came up from Bristol, we met on the Embankment and hooked up with other friends along the way. We marched for a good few hours but didn’t make it to the very end as the cold and tiredness took its toll on the youngsters (least that was our excuse for calling in to a pub en route…).