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When I first moved to London the rhythmic singing and clanging of bells that could only be the Hare Krishnas always made me smile. Like an establishing shot in any film about a major city, the presence of the Krishnas and their little Madonna style headsets were a sign the place was alive.

Recently, all is not well with the local Krishnas. Their song has gone, they’ve lost their way. Literally. I am beginning to think they took a wrong turn at Oxford Circus and are now somewhere in the north because apart from one lone Krishna, they’ve gone missing. Their whole conversion plan has been left to a single devotee who claps his bells together solemnly, like the warning toll of an old house cat. How can that bring people to religion? It can’t even get them to move out of his path.