Thursday, July 07, 2005

 
A sad day for London and the people who live there. One day they are celebrating the future hosting of the olympics for the world, the next they are mourning the results of the world's unfinished business.

It will take a while for it to sink in - just like at the time of the destruction of the World Trade Centre, there is a feeling of disbelief that only fades when the news reports start putting real faces and names to what are currently just statistics.

I feel selfishly fortunate that I don't know anyone affected. To realise that a loved one you last saw at breakfasttime is never coming back must be heart-breaking. Maybe this tragedy will make me and others understand that you can never have too much time with your friends and family. When they are gone, you can't go back and do a part-exchange on the times you decided to do something else instead of visit or phone. But you make your choices and it is sad that at times you need something close to home to make you think about them.

Thanks to my friends in the US who asked out of the blue if my family and I were OK. Strangely I was travelling on the Circle Line a mere 9 hours before the explosions. I had been travelling down from Liverpool last night after a successful customer site visit and a cancelled train meant I had to go via Euston instead of the more direct route back to Reading. My only worries then were the little shits in Slough throwing stones at the train windows.

So it looks like we will have years of paranoia and fear ahead of us to make up for the absence of the IRA. Maybe if we call the bombers the Islamic Revolutionary Army it will be like they never went away.


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