March 13 Sentamu leads steel celebration

From inside the helmet Stuart Johnston felt like a little boy buying rizlas, any confrontation, no matter how tiny would shatter his belief.

' Sentamu is happy', He held his breath for a few seconds before the cheers began and his fear receded.

'You have worked hard again this year and now our time is almost here. No more will we hide like vermin, wait tables and scrub floors...' Stuart felt waves of pure energy surge from the crowd into him as the doors to the barn were heaved open and the fruits of their toil stepped forwards blocking out the moon.

A communal gasp and then more cheering.

'Sentamu will lead you back to your rightful place-'

Then, as the first figure fell forwards crushing those too slow or packed in tight, Stuart once more saw he was wearing a bucket.