When I came out of my house at about 9.45am this morning, there was Ken Livingstone walking down the road with 2 small children on either side of him holding his hand. He walked into Martins newsagent & I crossed the road. I did know he lived in Cricklewood but I had thought it was in Mill Lane which is about a mile away. The 2 children were really very small; I hadn’t realised his children were that small. Maybe they were his grandchildren. Ken was talking away to them. He said “we go this way.” He was wearing jeans. He looked quite tired. There is a big block of flats at the end of my road. I think he probably lives in one of those.
I have seen him twice before. The first time was in a tube train when Ken was the MP for Brent East. He was wearing a white suit & reading the Independent. The other time was last October walking down Cricklewood Broadway.