15 Wynford Vaughn Thomas in Piccadilly Circus

We're back now in Piccadilly Circus. If you're Piccadilly Circus, which now, although it's after midnight here in London, is crowded as it's never been crowded before. There's literally now not a single place where you can get anybody else in.

In fact, the trouble is to get people out because of fireworks and exploding in all directions, bonfires have been lighted, people are dancing on the rooftops, they're climbing up the sky signs opposite me, one sailor climbed the whole way up and down again, the terrific excitement of the crowd.

And as for the knowledge of it, when listen for yourselves to the Central London V.J. Raw, and all the time, people are trying vaguely to duck. It's a majestic, like an deceiving jamming masses, they're sculls wearing fancy dress hats, and the men waving bags, people are extra-trident, and the home wings are done,

but what a hope they've got. And now, a girl, cut up on one of the roosters, out of the black waving, and the hoe is crowded, waving back, and as for if-by-metric-like, The clouds over this great sea of the crowd.