They marched past shops and stalls, where shoppers paused to gawp their way and listen to their unified chanting, “end tuition fees now!” Across the main road they filed, causing chaos for the busy morning traffic. Horns were tooted and some commuters rose from their vehicles to see what all the commotion was about. Juliette breathed in the smell of baking potatoes, sizzling sausages and warm sugar laden donughts, as they trooped down the main street. Then Megamouth McLaren bought the crowd to a sudden halt. She had stopped to talk to members of the public and along with a dozen or so student union representatives, was distributing flyers.
“I guess this is our chance to mingle,” Ann said, as she passed a leaflet to an elderly couple pulling a huge shopping trolley. They took it without st
