A day out to London's heart of 'power'

I've not been to Westminister since I was maybe 9 years old. Gang of Four: At home he feels like a tourist He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer There's me competing with the other sightseers for the best shots, this one of the London Eye, with Big Ben was a popular spot. We were jockeying and elbowing for the position.	An exciting trip. Amazing to see Big Ben up so close, and it's smaller than I thought. The whole place seems smaller, than you see on telly.

Wonderful to walk past all the people queuing to go into the public gallery to watch the debates. Like I was very important. My old anarchist mates would have been disgusted with me. Queuing, then to be searched with other - who knows, what sort of powerful or opinion leaders. Little old me, grinning from ear to ear.

I was banned form taking pix inside by some police, but after the meeting, once alone in the toilets, I had to take a picture of the bogs, I was struck by the modernity of them. After wandering down unlit corridor, with someone opening their phone to shine the way, we found the toilets.

The houses of Parliament are so old, that I was expecting some old "Adamant" brown, boozer, type urinals smelling of old pee. These just seemed much too modern, totally incongruous considering the type of building. Far too wine bar.

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