It has been quite a day. Rather an excellent day, in fact. Lyn had an appointment up in London; she needed to take the tube up to Westminster then take a taxi to her clinic, so I couldn’t resist going with her as far as Westminster. Thus, at about two this afternoon, under a beautiful blue sky, I found myself inn parliament square with about two hours to kill. I felt great.

I don’t think I have ever been there before, and certainly not under my own power. The palace of Westminster looked magnificent in the sunshine, and I loved exploring it’s grounds. I was quite surprised to find a statue of Abraham Lincoln there, but found it satisfying – he is, after all, one of the world’s great leaders. Mind you, I’d like to see a statue of Gandhi or Mandela there.

Anyway, I had an idea: I decided to ask the policeman outside parliament where the Tory offices were, and he obligingly gave me directions. After a little zoom, I came to conservative HQ. there I hesitated – what was I going to say? I went in anyway. However, in there I was largely ignored; I was politely informed that nobody was there to come down to speak to me. It just goes to show that, if you don’t have any money or there are no cameras about, the Tories don’t give a shit about you. However, then something cool happened: Brian May came in! I turned around only to come face to face with one of the greatest rock stars ever. I turned into a jabbering wreck, and shook his hand. He said ‘god bless’ and I left. Wait till I tell dad about that.

After that I left, returning briefly to warn them that Osborne’s plans would cause a depression, but they ignored me. Don’t say I didn’t tell them. After that I had another look around, before hooking back up with Lyn and john, and, after a beer in a pub opposite parliament, we came home. It’s been a hell of a day.