Yesterday turned out to be quite an interesting day. After writing a bit about Star Trek, getting dressed and having breakfast, I settled down to watch some news. Nothing too unusual there, except that we were all soon greeted by the monumental news of Dominic Raab’s resignation. Things had suddenly become interesting, so I watched on: the BBC, obviously having decided not to just broadcast footage from the Five Live studio today, were broadcasting live from outside the palace of Westminster, an anchor addressing the camera directly. It’s a style they often use for breaking political news, only in the background, the shot was interrupted by a man with a placard about how we should ‘Believe in Jesus’ or some such bullshit. That automatically annoyed me: I’ve written here before about how much I oppose street preachers, and how arrogant I find people trying to force their religion onto others.

This went on for a bit. It was then, however, that I had an idea: Westminster is just a short, easy tube ride away – perhaps I should go up there and do something about the nonce with the sign. I might even get on live TV myself. After all, I didn’t have anything more constructive to do here.

That, then, is what I did, and within about forty-five minutes I was up by Collage Green. Only I soon realised I was far from alone: I had walked into a huge protest about climate change! Now, I realise I don’t write much about climate change on here, preferring subjects like Star Trek, politics and my trundles, but I know it is an increasingly important issue. As a worldwide society we must do something about our reliance on fossil fuels, as well as being more active in the search for cleaner, more renewable sources of energy. I was therefore very happy to take part and show my support in the protest.

I decided to hang around up there for a bit. There was a lot going on, including music and people giving speeches. I came across the fool with the sign about Jesus and told him to shut the zark up, but of course he took no notice. To one side of the area was a green where film cameras were set up, directed towards the Houses of Parliament. It was obviously where the Beeb had been broadcasting from, but by then they were winding down, probably due to the noise of the nearby protest.

I sat there and watched what was going on for a while, before deciding to head off. Rather than going back the way I had come though, I decided to head up to Green Park, just to take in some of the royal parks in the spring. Unfortunately things were made a bit more complex by preparations for tomorrow’s marathon, but nonetheless I got to the tube station, where randomly I bumped into my friend Eddie from Charlton. We then rode back on the Jubilee line together, catching up and chatting about old times.

This city can be quite incredible sometimes.