Another day, another large mechanical elephant.
On many Saturdays, the streets of Central London host some protest or other. Recently, there was a protest against some Danish cartoons. A few weeks later there was a Free Speech protest, to protest against the other protest. I heard there were also a few counter-protesters at the Free Speech protest. So that’s a protest against a protest against a protest. And so on. Everyone’s annoyed nowadays.
So this week, I suppose you could call The Sultan’s Elephant a protest against the lack of giant mechanical elephants and towering puppets of little girls on the streets. Quite right too.
Then to Islington for an acoustic set by The Boyfriends. It takes at least twenty French street theatre performers to work one Martin Wallace. You can’t see the strings, though.
