Circle Line party

Curiously, it would seem that several hundred people descended on the westbound Circle Line platform at Liverpool St on Friday evening, boarded a few trains, and proceeded to party like they weren't on the Underground. Loud music, drinks, ocassional communal singing (including that old anti-capitalist favourite, "We All Live in a Yellow Submarine"), possible fancy dress, inflatable sharks, bunting, pole-dancing, and sweaty merriment all round: though the highlight, I might hazard, was the delighted reaction of the innocent commuters, drawn away from a metro-boulot-metro-dodo routine into a near-orgiastic pit of debauchery where they expected a tube carriage. (A report of last year's bash is available here. It would also seem that a number of people from the Dunwich Dynamo turned up for this weekend's vaguely anti-cap outing. The Dynamo, by the way, was a doddle. More or less. Next weekend: anti-capitalist golf, played through the City of London with Nestle powdered milk tins.)