I went to the Salvation Army, I drained their army teapot, I ate their biscuits and I wondered why there was hardly anyone there, the reason was that the Salvation Army band was playing in the square, they did that last Sunday and drowned out the meeting that the protesters were having.
The protesters are still there but I keep away because of that scary girl.
That reminds me, last Sunday night a well known cult/religeous organisation were having a loud worship in the square, the church in the square were having an evening service and the priest came out and told the cult to shut up as they were drowning out his service! The church is the denomination that damaged me, and the cult have also disrupted my life at one point by trying to get me on board, so the whole thing was mildly amusing.
I must blog about my experience of that cult, they found me on the streets of London and hoped I was cult material, I was hungry and cold and so I allowed them to whisk me away to their cult. I will blog that separately.