The Interactive Soup takes place 5 minutes from the Bank of England, deep within the City of London.
Given that it is a gathering of people dedicated to a strange, eccentric practice few outsiders understand, it seems lacking in an appropriately strange, cultish-yet-jolly drinking song.
This is that song:
[To the melody of any ballad]
We thank you for the company,
The pitches and applause,
The networking and hobnobbing,
But we’re here for a cause:
For soup, for soup, for soup and bread,
And more democracy!
A bowl of soup for every head,
A votey soup-party!
We’ll hear what your idea’s about,
Ask questions kind and wise,
And you might ask us why we’re here,
And how we grant the prize:
And when one day you’re old and grey,
You might return once more,
And if some fry should ask you “why?”
Recite the ancient lore: