After that the authorities weren't taking any chances. The police guard grew and grew. Every time the torch was handed from runner to runner it happened within a triple wall of bodies- Chinese heavies on the inside, then two rings of British police. There continued to be attempts to reach the torch or to wave a Tibetan flag at it, but they were easily swatted aside or squashed.
I felt proud of my countrymen and women who wouldn't let this thing happen without a shout and a little ashamed of those who collaborated. It's a pity the torch didn't end up in the Thames, but never mind; the images have been beamed all round the world and the point made- the only way you get to celebrate your filthy regime in our free city is if you surround its travelling advertisement with orcs.