We caught the procession after having lunch at the King's Arms on Tooley Street. Not too many protestors near more London, but it was most bizzare to see the torch bearer flanked by a lot of police (who mostly looked out of breath), especially as we didn't know what had happened in Notting Hill.
Lunch was good - food excellent, but service a little on the slow side. Good value compared to most gastropubs in the area.
I saw what appeared to be an almost empty small bus shoot past County Hall and head off down York Road, through red lights, with a huge police motorcycle escort. Didn't recognise anyone on it, but it was going fast.
I watched a lot of it on tv, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I thought the attempts by the protesters to get to the torch were fantastic, and the police response was just about right - not over the top, but forceful enough. Made me proud to be British! The Independent, today, captured my feeling perfectly, ending their piece with "It was, in short, a very British day of rage."
I stood just opposite the Unicorn watching. The, obviously pro-China supporters were allowed have banners and stand in large groups . The few individual Tibet supporters were questioned by Police and one was forcibly questioned by 5 policemen as one went through his phone list. What was scary was realising that I, if I'd had the guts, wouldn't have even worn a badge because actually the right to protest silently has been gradually eroded. Whilst not condoning the Connie Huq (spelling?) incident or similar I can understand why people take more extreme measures in order to be heard.