It was one of those days (and they are becoming rarer) when one felt proud to be British. There was a real sense of pride and community in London’s air. Perhaps I am biased, but it again proved that the British are the best in the world at staging ceremonial events. Standing on Ludgate Hill, we were treated to a warm-up by the Royal Marines Band, who were on good form. The security presence, both covert and overt,  was enormous. (I would be a buyer at a total cost of £10m). Two well-built men in t-shirts (bit of a giveaway) sidled up to me and took the man at my side way for 15 minutes of questioning. Given he had been perusing intently a paper or thesis on public health management issues, I don’t think he was prime terrorist material! Although he sported a beard, when I later commiserated with him for losing his prime spot for the important 15 minutes, he spoke in an accent redolent of Glasgow rather than Waziristan.