I was invited to come and observe the march by artist and WPC ‘X’.
On the way down to London on the coach, my national express bus was passed by coach’s full of hung over, confused, jolly and apprehensive police.
They were unmistakeable.
The people that will walk into rock clubs with creases in there trousers.
. A text exchange with ‘X’ confirmed that her coach load of cops had already been mooned at by another coach load of cops on the motorway.
As I came round the corner of Achilles way, It’s hard to describe the shock of being among so many policemen.