As he sat there with a sou'wester down over his ears, in a long pilot coat, his figure appeared in the misty morning air to assume quite supernatural proportions, and you might almost imagine that you had one of the old Vikings before you.

Despite all of the rehearsals, I froze as soon as I got on stage.

It is politically more costly to club a clown on camera than a demonstrator. Or a masked black bloc anarkid.

We also had our instant mental innernet conversations.