It was the day after Valentine’s. At the time I felt quite positive because Hans B had just spoken out so strongly about the absence of WMD. I thought of having a placard that said ‘Hans B jag alskar dig’ (= Hans B I love you’ in my poor Swedish) but I’d traveled on a coach.
Our coach stopped in North London and the first time I realised ‘We Are Many’ was when we tried to get the tube and they had just given up selling tickets and just waved us through.
As for ‘the March’ there were so many people it was more of a shuffle. we barely got from Euston to Shaftesbury Avenue in the whole day.
So many people throughout the world saying ‘this is a Very bad idea’ and yet they ignored us