With the fat cats on one side of the street and the rest of us on the other engaged in a freestyle chant off, the occasional passing morris dancers and the accompaniement of a busking pianist, the picket had for me an air of surreality. The virgin shop had to close one of its door and have a bouncer. Very few people were going in or out, so hopefully the portest managed to hit Virgin in the only place which they care about -- the pocket.
I left a colourful and rowdy protest after about an hour. You can read more about the Keep Our NHS Public campaign over on http://www.keepournhspublic.com/index.php.