My day as a political activist.

Today i explored a little furthur afield and found Kensington High Street, which i like veeerryy much :-D (some great shops)

More importantly, when i left the house it started snowing! I couldnt believe it! Ok there wasnt much and it didnt settle at all but thats not the point! Snow! I havent seen it first hand in yages!
So i was grinning and jumping around excitedy most of the day whist other londoners very deliberately didnt look at me. Can't think why...

Found the entrance to Holland Park which i was pleased about as i wanted to find parks. Looks beautiful. I would have gone in for an explore but the huge political demonstration kindof distracted me somewhat.

I was aware of the roads being closed and a lot of police being around, but didnt know why until i saw a sign on a shop window that mentioned a protest happening today about the conflict in Gaza.

And blimey was it a big one. Having lived a sheltered life in areas where big political demonstrations and marches are definately not the norm i was very interested in watching the banner waving, slogan shouting creature made up of thousands of people making its way down Kensingon High Street. There was also a samba band which made me smile and think of my friend nick who loves both samba and politics. He'd have loved it if he'd been there.

So i carried on a-wandering and saw ahead of me a big screen. Naively thinking 'oh thats interesting, ill go check that out' i walk towards it and gradually as i approach i realise that it's the end point of the march, theres a stage there and a guy talking about the conflict and the screen is to show him and the other people on the stage with him.

Somehow i managed to find myself in the middle of the road, barriers and police either side of me so i couldnt get onto the pavement. In front of me is the stage and a lot of angry speakers, behind me is i don't know how many angry people marching towards me.
Gulp!

Luckily i spotted some guys slipping through a gap in the barriers so i followed their example and was safe!

Wasn't long after that that i got lost. Very lost. Thing is, although i knew what road i was on, i had absolutely no idea where the roads leading off that street lead to, so i was stuck wandering up and down Kensington High Street for ages.

Evenually i had a brain wave and rang home and asked Steve to googlemap where i was a guide me home. So three hours later i got home :-) on the way i discovered that Ladbroke Grove is the longest road ever built by man. I was not impressed.

I was so relieved when i found portobello road market that i celebrated by buying a jacket potato from a stall. :-)

Off for a hot bath now to reward my legs for carrying me round all day.