Saturday 15th February 2003.
Anti-war march, Victoria Embankment, London. Given over a million people I was failing to meet the people I'd arranged to. Mobile phones had stopped working because of the volume of calls being made from within such a small area. As I smoked a cigarette and was just taking things in, from the crowd William Raban appeared, at least 3 cameras hanging from his neck, smiling. We both were. It was quite an extraordinary feeling as like this much peace might be impossible to be ignored. When I was a teenager my dad ran the London marathon twice, and we came to watch him from around this spot. I'd watched ISLAND RACE two days before.