"Our lucky day, Four bombs, three trains, one bus, zero deaths."
That's the headline in the Daily Mirror - says it all really.
So here we go again - more attacks, failed attacks but attacks all the same. And it looks like they were designed to kill but just went wrong, so we'll all be anticipating another attempt then? Great!
So what now? Sniffer dogs at every station? Oyster cards that morph into ID cards? X-ray scanning to get on the tube like they have at airports? Search everyone carrying a rucksack?
Or do we just not go on the tube anymore? Or should we just avoid it on Thursdays? Nick Ferrari (97.3Fm) has just admitted he now won't let his kids on the train after all this. One attack we become reslient to, another attack we start to think twice? Or do we just get used to it - is this beginning of a new way of life for us? Will we all start to get blase?
posted by Katrina @ 6:44 am
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Well, hello Steve, nice to hear from you!!
You're right, there has always been a small chance we might get killed on the way to work in the morning and as the priest in today's sermon stated, there is more likelihood that we'll get killed in a car accident than by a terrorist attack.
However, I suppose it's the cold bloodedness behind the attacks that is so chilling really, the calculatedness of it and the blatant disregard for human life. And you can't deny that the attacks have profound social, poilitical and religious consequences.
It's also got me thinking back to my eventual death again and making sure I prepare for it properly. I think I'll draft something in the next few days to give to people so they know what to do when I die, and also carry a copy around with me.
I love the fact that Smulford has an Aunt Dylys.
Trust you to lighten the tone!! Honestly!! Actually it is a Great Aunt Dylys, or G A D for short!!!!
GAD? How appropriate, eh Meg? I seem to remember a certain grinning, prancing tea-towel wearing character called Gad in a musical not so many years ago.
I can't say anything, I was called Reuben.
I used to have an Uncle Tony who wasn't called Tony and wasn't anybody's uncle. He was my step-great-grandfather, of all things.
Katrina, I disagree, I love the direction this conversation has gone in. I had a Great Aunt Olwyn and a Great Aunt Blodwyn. Welsh relatives are the best, aren't they?
Ok, Meg wins. No contest.
No, I win with my great grandma, known to the family as Nanny Parrott. She died a few years ago, at the fine old age of ninety-how-the-bloody-hell-should-i-
know-I'm-really-really-old, so i am now th eproud relative of an Ex-parrott!
PS. Actually statistically more likely to get struck by lightening twice than to die in a terrorist attack. Proper true.
I know that really but it still didn't stop me from making sure I was in work ridiculously early today to avoid all possible bombs... seeing as they seem to like Thursdays and all.
The news is reporting a massive police presence today, but at Leyton one of the policemen on duty was giving directions and the other was sending a text message. I am not reassured.
I've been taking the bus for a variety of reasons (cost and liklihood of getting a seat being the long running ones), and i saw about two dozen between muswell hill and tottenham court road, but almost all in pairs. it does get you thinking what if the bombers twig it and go out in threes...?
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