What a crazy day. Momentous events unfolding bang in the middle of my daily commute.
Watching the BBC News unfold throughout the day - largely to determine how on earth to get home when all roads lead to Liverpool Street - began to take on a rather bizarre air. Pictures of Obama descending from Air Force One at Stansted, as if off an EasyJet flight from Ayia Napa, contrasted with protesters throwing bricks at the RBS HQ; symbolic puppets representing the 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse' marching across London Bridge, while bankers-in-disguise looking ill-at-ease in their civvy clothes try to mingle with the crowds; Sarko threatening to storm out of G20, which is taking place in Canning Town. All very odd.
Strange to think, as I sat at my desk in sunny Bermondsey, that pitched battles were being fought in the streets less than one and a half miles away. Helicopters in the sky were the only visible sign.
As I write, I hear that demonstrators in the Climate Camp in Bishopgate are settling in their tent city for the night, while Jamie Oliver prepares Welsh lamb and Jersey new potatoes for assorted dignitaries and assembled British talent. Now there's a beautiful contradiction.
BBC 'live text' news feed is here, an interesting live narrative composed of blogging, texting, tweeting from serious reporters and 'citizen journos'.
