Tony Blair’s bottom pressed crisply into the back seat of his gleaming black saloon car. The British Prime’s car did not actually look that unusual, its main differences could not be seen by the eye, it had thickened layered bullet proof glass windows and a discreetly hidden but an exceptionally strong armour plated under body that afforded protection against almost every type of attack bar the one that was about to be made, an attack to the ego. Alert SAS body guards leapt athletically into the leading and following cars of his convoy as the Parliamentary Gates swung open, across the road peace protester Brian Haw was shouting “Tony Blair you are a war criminal” amplified by a megaphone. Exasperated Anthony slumped back in his car seat as his convoy quickly picked up speed around Parliament Square, heading onwards to Downing Street. “Did Churchill, ever have to endure this type of thing? Was King William the Conqueror ever bothered by this type of heckler?” Were questions that lingered in the air!
Parliament Square, London