After a couple of hours, a group of British Transport cops including an Inspector who was clutching his NETCU handbook, and followed by a copper with a video camera. The Inspector attempted to read out something from the handbook, whilst his underling attempted to film, but their presence caused even more noise, the siren from the megaphone started going off, the sound system went up, people kept wandering off and others blocked the camera which was pointed over the Inspector's shoulder - until eventually it was pointed away, and the inspector finally gave up trying to display his literacy skills. Tea and chips seemed like a good idea as delegate abuse can be quite thirst-making, and with our gaggle of FIT, TSG and transport cops, we made our way from the station to a local cafe. Memories of the old days flooded back as we sat down to eat and drink, watched over by the menagerie of cops. We then made our way to Prince Regen DLR where vanfuls of Transport Cops were waiting. The train set off, and an announcement informed us it would not be stopping at Customs house to collect delegates. Cheered up by this, some of the group got off at the next staion to see if they could get more trains to pass delegates who were flooding out of the ExCEL centre by this time. Most of the menagerie got off with them, whilst a handful made out way back into London. I last saw FIT following some people with a banner as i made my way for a bus. Considering the impossibility of staying in the Customs House station for any length of time, it made a change to have our freedom to protest facilitated. Whatever was in the NETCU handbook, will remain a mystery.