And about as politically effective as drinking a load of lager on Piccadilly and collapsing into a heap.
Which is what we did.
The anarchist bloc was strong and encouraging, even though is remained flanked by cops as ever (particularly after an impromptu game of street football with a toy police helmet). But the spirits remained high and ultimately babylon failed to bite so we were left hanging around in the square listening to the dreary speeches.
Here’s some pics … and as ever .. we never said we were fucking photographers.
Judging by the way he was rattling and the sheen of sweat over his face throughout the day, this usual suspect looked like he needed a drink more than us, there’s meetings you can go to you know … get some help eh.