…and pretty much without exception, it was along the lines of "well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, good job there were fewer casualties than expected, bloody hell I bet the trains’ll be crap tonight – do you know anyone with a spare sofa to crash on?", all delivered in tones that suggested it was the most normal thing in the world.
I joined in loads of conversations with complete strangers along these very lines – and, hand on heart, I didn’t spot one single person who looked or sounded even vaguely scared, or mildly perturbed. ‘Blitz spirit’ may be a hoary old cliché, but it was out in force today.
]]>What city would that be, Mr Wolf?
]]>I assume the bus explosion was someone trying to reach Euston (the victoria line)?
]]>I nearly managed to be the last person to dodge onto the Central Line heading toward Liverpool Street at 0915 but was stopped by a policeman, bloody nanny state. Apparently there was an explosion down in the Tube at Moorgate which is near my office but I had long since buggered off home.
If Al Quaeda were really serious about disrupting things they would have poured some snow on the tracks.
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