By 12:30, no one was allowed to leave the protest, and no explanation was given. When we asked a policeman why, he said it was simply an order to prevent "a breach of the peace". We said we were journalists trying to cover the protests, but it made no difference.Oh no! One wonders why Sunny didn't try the usual trick of buttonholing the unfortunate cop and exclaiming 'Don't you know who I am?'.
But then, you realise it's Sunny Hundal. He'd be deathly afraid the answer would be 'No, frankly...'.
But regale us with more stories of the horror and deprivation experienced by the CiF Two:
People were feeling claustrophobic, hungry and aggressive. One woman sat down because she was feeling faint.Shocking.
One hopes her fellow protestors drew attention to this calamity, and saw that she got appropriate medical treatment:'Over here, ambulance fellow, a member of the crowd is a little peckish. She needs a double-mocha latte and an organic-flour croissant. Stat!'
For a while the chanting was their only form of protest. But we felt like we were in a pressure cooker. By about 1pm, people kept pushing against the police cordon and chanting "Whose streets? Our streets!" A few bits of food and the some paint started getting chucked at the police.Who presumably looked through their faceshields at their batons, glanced behind them at the row of police horses champing at the bit, and the waiting water cannon and thought 'Are you serious, kiddiewinks...?'
The four horses from the protests gathered at the lines ready to charge.Given that they weren't real horses, but more the kind of thing you'd see at a particularly crap sixth form panto, that would have made my day, I have to admit..
After we escaped the firing line in Threadneedle Street, we headed to the Climate Camp around the corner. Their approach couldn't have been more different. Real turf was being rolled out on the concrete pavements and people were having tea parties and setting up tents. Games were played; there was music and dancing and meditation. These activists were deliberately making the point that while this was a radical protest, it did not have to be remotely violent or aggressive. The atmosphere was completely different.So, having seen this, you still reach the conclusion that the police were at fault, Hundal? You utter cretin.