Attending Mass: CM reclaims picture postcard London
It was a lovely evening for Critical Mass last night: a balmy June evening, and a spontaneous reclamation of the streets round some picture-postcard bits of London. For a few minutes Waterloo Bridge, Parliament Square, Whitehall, Horseguards Parade and the approach to Buckingham Palace were all ours.
A recent fashion among car drivers waiting for the cycle crocodile to pass is to hold their horns on continuously, to show their support. Perhaps they've been inspired by the World Cup vuvuzelas, and want to recreate that delightful swarm-of-hornets sound.
I peeled off around Buck House. I had a party to attend. Not there, obviously - it was in Vauxhall. And in the time it took me to look up the address on the A to Z - maybe two or three minutes - the entire CM had moved on without trace, and traffic was flowing as freely as ever.
So however annoying it might appear to an impatient cabbie, CM only disrupts the traffic for a very, very short time, once a month, on a few slivers of road.
Which makes it a failure. Or a success. Or something. Whatever it makes it, it proves I was right all along.