DESPITE a very polite invitation, I am unable to meet with Old Holborn and Tory Bear today in the Westminster Arms where, they say, I was to have been presented with a copy of Orwell’s Animal Farm.

The gesture was planned after I posted an article suggesting that Orwell’s classic tale of agricultural shenanigans and glue factories was a charming children’s fable, just ripe for Disneyfication.

But today, being a celebration of a major victory against terrorism, is full of tradition. And one of the best loved, and more recent, traditions is Old Holborn (“I’m not mad – I’m furious!”) dressing up as that bloke out of V  For Vendetta and trying to march into the House of Commons, only to be asked by a police officer to remove his mask and go through the x-ray machine like everyone else, and then writing a blog post about how we’ve become a police state under Labour.

Which all just goes to show how lucky we are to live in a  country where people still have the right to demonstrate against not having the right to demonstrate about not having the right to protest.

Anyway, I’ve already got a copy.