There was a moment which I would dearly loved to have captured on camera. Just before the underpass heading West, the two guys with the two-part sound system (one bit was the long tube) were stopped (knackered possibly), one on the left and one on the right. The one on the right was leaning on the railings looking back at the crowd rolling past. From the North side of the road a priest in full cassock approached, clearly intent upon asking the noise to move on, I presume because his service somewhere nearby was being disrupted by the thumping sounds. What a clash of cultures.