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From the diary:
The Olympic Torch protest. Made a placard in the kitchen: ‘BOYCOTT
FASCIST OLYMPICS’. I got off the Tube at Westminster, thinking I’d
miss it. ***** ****** at Trafalgar Square end. Police and helicopters
everywhere. I got my placard out but rolling it up with wet paint had
made it stick together. It looked very insubstantial pageant compared
with other efforts. Police a tad heavy handed at times. I tried to get
past them near Downing Street and nearly got my arm wrenched out of
its socket. Nose-ring renta-protest there: three, snarling middle-aged
druggy-hippy-chavs came through the crowd down by the Cenotaph: CHINA
SHOULD LEAVE THE FACKING DALAI LAMA ALONE! They yelled. Then looked
around as much to say: ‘anyone wanna fucking disagree?’
Most of the crowd Guardian-reading types. I felt like yelling: this
whole protest ought to teach you the hidden perils in Marxist theory.