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In Memoriam

First posted 7/7/05. Still true.

I should go to sleep. There is a very real chance that I will be about a quarter of the IT department tomorrow. The rest may find it hard to get in, word around the BTP having been that there will be very few trains running into London tomorrow.

But I don't want to. I wish there was a way onto the roof here. I want to sit somewhere high up and watch the city in all its midnight glory and listen to its fabulous racket. There's something about this place. There's something about this country, but here especially. You see it every time something like this happens. The Stiff Upper Lip, the Stubborness of the British Tommy (this is *my* trench, I dug it, it's smelly and rat ridden and awful and I hate it, but I dug it, it's mine and you're not having it, you bastard), whatever. Call it what you like, amounts to the same thing.

You bomb us, you kill and injure people. We go the long way to get to work. We walk home. We fail, on the most part, to panic. We run, and we help. Our city fails to grind to a halt. We don't demand our government make concessions to your cause, and would probably be really annoyed if they did. We're sad, but we turn that into fuel to keep us going. We're *good* at this.

Take a good look at our history. We're very very bad at giving in or giving up. Every group probably thinks they'll be the ones to make us give up and beg our government to stop the horror. Every group is wrong. You'd think they'd have noticed this by now.

Sadly, they haven't. And people get hurt because of it.

And down in the subconcious pulse of Londoners (and beyond, yes, but the pulse here is intense because it's closer), we've remembered all of them. All the dead, all the wounded. And that just makes us all the more determined to never give in, never be scared of our City, love it all the more and get on with life.

We are a *very* odd bunch of people. And I love us all.

I'm going to go watch my City breathe.
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Writer's Block: Swine Times

Are you worried about catching the swine flu? Do you have a plan for avoiding contagion or dealing with quarantine?

No, I'm British. It takes more than sniffles and a media panic to worry me. The whole thing is silly.

As long as the tea stocks don't dwindle, the remarkably unlikely quarantine will not bother me in the slightest. Especially not if I can get to Madagascar.

Also, the Falkirk Two (the couple who developed it on their return from their honeymoon in Mexico, and who are now FINE and out of hospital gosh it's so deadly) have apparently hooked up with Max Clifford to sell their story.

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I am in love with London: The Biography already, and I've only read the introduction.

"London is so large and so wild that it contains no less than everything".