Morris Dancers, performing in front of a pub round the corner from the Houses of Parliment. All the stereotypes were there ... Bloke with enourmous sideburns puffing on a pipe ... Old bloke with his own silver tankard for supping his real ale made out of earth, sticks and sycamore bark ... And an accordian player who was rather vigourous with his arm movements. Oh, and a young guy who I doubt has ever kissed a girl.
Still, they're not harming anyone and it does keep them all in the one place ...
