London: 7/7

Damnit. Someone always has to spoil the party.

First did a quick mental checklist of friends and family. Thanks to the net and the Extended Family Complicated By The Great Singaporean Diaspora, we know someone just about everywhere.

Then made a few obligatory bad taste jokes, ie. It wasn't the French, was it?
(Although it must be observed that nothing will heal damaged Anglo-Gallic relations quicker than a terrorist attack.)

It almost seems as if these days we aren't allowed to celebrate and hope. It's as if London deserved to be bombed because of her euphoria following Live8 and the Olympics. Well, London's seen worst and she can take it. Mother England's one tough fucker.

I do wonder if the media will be playing London Calling now as they did when they were doing stories on London's Olympics bid...

"London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down."
-- The Clash