I walked through one at the Bank of England weeks back – now this logjam in Liverpool Street Station.
There’s something very moving about flash mobs. I think tonight it was captured by the dejection and slumped shoulders of the greying out-of-towner, large suitcase in each hand, contemplating the locked up entrance to the Underground completely at a loss about what to do next, as young women he didn’t know danced at his side.
I squeezed my way onto the upper concourse to take this picture, and then walked to Bethnal Green wondering what the revolutionary left make of flash mobs. By the time I got to Fairlop, the whole of Liverpool Street Station was closed.
Update: mob Facebook organiser: “I was like Oh God, Oh God”. He left after fifteen minutes. Priceless.