I recall the atmosphere from when I once organised a student disco.A man in traditional Libyan dress was seen coming out of the building a number of times and looking up and down the street, as if he expected more people. All that could be heard in the empty London square was the sound of distant traffic and autumn leaves blowing across the pavement.
Once the event started, through the closed doors a modest patter of applause could be heard after a reggae-style track with a chorus of “Qaddafi” was played.
I'm sure everyone was at home frantically looking for their copy of the Green Book not wanting to show up without it.
Posted by: Barry Freed | November 10, 2012 at 06:10 PM