That was fun. There was no way i was hanging around for crappy speechs, so walked to Green Park and am already at London Bridge to cycle home.
Seemed pretty peaceful and jolly to me.
When we entered the march, the atmosphere seemed pretty weird. Everyone was looking us up and down and frowning. I said to my mate that maybe people thought we were cops (3 men in their early 40s dressed rather conventionally), but then my mate pointed out that we were the only men and we'd stumbled into a bloc of sisters against cuts. So we moved out sharpish and joined anither part of the march.