March 2, 2008
Through the trees I see the blue lights flashing. A motorcycle speeds on ahead of the motorcade and comes to an abrupt halt on the pedestrian crossing beside the palace. People wait patiently on either side as the two darkened limousines whisk by surrounded on all sides by the blue flashing lights of the motorcycle police dedicated to their protection. Everyone is wondering who’s inside. In this city of high celebrity and international politics it could be anybody. Within seconds the whole event is over and the last we see of them are the blue flashing lights heading towards Whitehall.