Day two of the peasant's revolt

Today I returned to resume my protest outside the barristers chambers in Church Street, Brighton. I was only there today for just over an hour, I had a pleasant surprise in that an old chum of mine, Jack, came up to me and started chatting. I hadn't seen him for twenty years. We spent a lot of time together in the 1960s travelling to the East-before the hippy's. If I am described as an aging hippy, I point out that I am a pre-hippy. Please see the fresh photos taken today.