TAFF - pg 38 He edged away carefully. "Sure, you might buy a few individual votes, but how are you going to get them all?" I asked in a loud voice, I turned away to shoot more photos and he was gone when I looked for him again. The other people on the wall were amused at us over this incident & several congratulated me for sticking to my guns. Since this march was going to take hours, I figured I'd had what I wanted & went over towards St. Martin's steps to see if fans were about. Bill & Bobbie Gray were with me. The March was orderly and so was the crowd. What it proved, I don't know. I figured there were a few who were sincere about it, but in with the marchers were a vast collection of what appeared tome to be: screwballs, beatniks, college kids out for a lark, exhibitionists, and chronic bitchers. My attitude is: so they marched, so what? Circulating were a group of fans waving at me when I got to St. Martin's. They asked me where I was going & I said I had to go to the hotel & then a bite to eat & then I was free. They invited roe out to their party (Inchmery) that evening and I accepted eagerly. Ron Buckmaster said his car was nearby & since he was a bit hungry too, he'd take roe to the hotel and after we ate we'd go out to Inch- roery and join them. He was parked in front of Scotland Yard in a no parking zone. Under the eyes of several uniformed minions of the law we backed up on the sidewalk, made a U-turn and were on our way. All it takes is guts. Being a holiday, not every restaurant was open and those that were, were crowded. At one place we were standing in line and I said to Ron that ever since my military service I've always hated lines. He replied that he was still in military service, so we cut out to find someplace else. We were in the Tottenham Court area. At last a Chinese restaurant was spied...The Great Wall. Ron turned out to be not quite as hungry as he'd anticipated and once again Christmas came early! It was a tasty meal and here I had the best tea I'd ever drank. It was on the menu as lemon tea. It came in a tall glass which was inserted in a silver holder with a handle that was somewhat like the old soda drinking holders the drugstores used to have twenty years ago. In the bottom was a slice of lemon and by the time the tea had cooled off enough for me to drink, it was delicious. Most British tea is on the bitter side to me. So is the U.S. tea. Here, we get Orange-Pekoe, but I like green. Black, or Oo-Long the best. These are to be found in the Chinese Restaurants in the U.S. and the same thing prevailed in England. Near as I can recall, now, the people at Inchmery that night, be- sides the hosts, were: Frances Evans, Ron & Daphne Buckmaster, Ron Bennett, Brian Jordan, Ella Parker, Ted Forsythe & Ethel Lindsay, There were movies, drinks, discussions and a good time, I told Vin¢ that Stan Vinson was looking for copies of the Passing Show if he wanted to part with his own copies. Ron had his version of a Haggis, made out of a potato. The room was full of books, magazines and the paraphanalia that goes with a fanzine publishing dynasty.