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ever. Mr Diggins is always in and out of hospital. But his wife is still totally full of beans. In fact, she’s a bit outrageous. She does yoga and belly-dancing and all sorts! Also, Mum says she has perfect skin. You know, for an old person.
    Mum was waving us over.
    “Do we have to?” I moaned to Andy.
    Before Mum’s interruption, Mrs Diggins had been chatting to some really heavy-duty protesters. Now they were all staring at us.
    I felt really out of place. You could tell they were the type of people who would automatically despise a person just because she wore Dizzy Disco Pink nail varnish.
    One of the protesters was this, like, bald
giant
, with major body-piercing. After I’d clocked him, I didn’t even dare
look
at the others! But Mrs Diggins was totally at home.
    “Hello Fliss, dear,” she said. “I was just telling Travis that Dan and I did our courting here, over fifty years ago. In fact, this is where Dan asked me to marry him. And ever since then, it’s been our special place. So when I heard about this protest, I simply
had
to come. I think you young people are wonderful.” She beamed up at the giant.
    People can really surprise you sometimes. I mean, Travis can’t have chatted to Mrs Diggins longer than five minutes, yet he’d winkled all this really personal information out of her.
    Travis turned to me. “Your mum says you want to film us,” he said. “For your Millennium project.”
    I’m such a sad person. When I get nervous, I don’t make any sense at all. “Erm, thank you,” I said. “Well, actually it’s all of us. Also, it’s not quite exactly a film—”
    Frankie rescued me. “Yes, it is,” she said quickly. “And it’s going to be mind-blowingly brilliant.” She gave a cheeky grin. “Want to be in it?”
    “No fear,” shuddered Travis. “I go to pieces in front of a camera. Anyway, I’ve got a better idea.”
    Without another word, he strode away. Then he looked back. “Come on,” he said. “I want you to meet someone.”
    I tugged Andy’s sleeve. “Andy,” I said. “Erm…”
    He grinned. “I’m right behind you, princess,” he said.
    And we followed Travis into the dark.

As we followed Travis through the crowd, Andy filmed everything in sight. Boy, Mum went to town when she bought that new camcorder! You can even film in slo-mo. Is that cool or what! And it has a funky little monitor which gives instant play-back. So you don’t have to wait until you can get to a video machine.
    You’re probably wondering what anyone could find to film in a dark field, aren’t you?
    Well, believe it or not, the protest site was turning out to be unexpectedly interesting. Andy was right. It WAS like the circus!
    We saw a fire-eater and stilt walkers, and a girl juggling with brightly coloured clubs – you know, glittery metallic-type ones. They looked dead magic, whizzing around her in the dark. Kenny said they looked like flying fish. I didn’t know fish could fly, did you?
    All around us there were people chanting and drumming. One protester actually started playing a didgeridoo. I always thought digeridoos were a bit sad, like saying you play the triangle or tambourine or something. But the sound was so incredible it made me break into major goosebumps. The atmosphere was amazing. I really started getting into it. So did Andy.
    “Reminds me of Glastonbury Festival,” he sighed.
    “I never knew you went to Glastonbury,” I said.
    “Twice,” said Andy. “Mind you, I was a young man then.”
    “Did they have festivals in the olden days?” said Kenny cheekily.
    “Sweetheart, we
invented
festivals,” Andy told her.
    We were getting out of breath. Travis had such long legs, we had to run to keep up. Luckily, he kept stopping and asking people if they’d seen someone called Jewel, which gave us the chance to recover.
    “Yo, Pollen! Seen Jewel?” Travis yelled suddenly.
    “That’s one name your parents never thought of,” Kenny whispered to Frankie. “Mmm,