Get Cynical

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

This is London. We’ve dealt with your sort before. You don’t try and pull this on us.

Do you have any idea how many times our city has been attacked? Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.

All you’ve done is end some of our lives, and ruin some more. How is that going to help you? You don’t get rewarded for this kind of crap.

And if, as your MO indicates, you’re an al-Qaeda group, then you’re out of your tiny minds.

Because if this is a message to Tony Blair, we’ve got news for you. We don’t much like our government ourselves, or what they do in our name. But, listen very clearly. We’ll deal with that ourselves. We’re London, and we’ve got our own way of doing things, and it doesn’t involve tossing bombs around where innocent people are going about their lives.

And that’s because we’re better than you. Everyone is better than you. Our city works. We rather like it. And we’re going to go about our lives. We’re going to take care of the lives you ruined. And then we’re going to work. And we’re going down the pub.

So you can pack up your bombs, put them in your arseholes, and get the fuck out of our city.

THE Sun Online has set up a special e-mail service to enable you to tell your friends and family you are safe.

The police arrive with tape and dogs and noise at the same time as the message. All traffic is halted and we’re scooped from the bus and shooed down the road, waved on by a thick line of yellow-jacketed men. Nobody looks at anybody else. Nobody cries out. Nobody shows fear. I try to call my friends but the networks are jammed. I recieve odd, broken texts of concern but have no way to respond. Through the streets and past immediate danger, people stand for a second, look about them, and disperse. I join a group of shoppers listening to a radio that a sandwich bar has rigged up to outside speakers. Two blasts. Four.

the first I knew of the problems was at around 10 to 9 this morning when I heard the sirens going past my flat to get to aldgate station, which is just around the corner from me. When I checked the news, my first reaction was one of “oh well, guess I’m walking to work” … you get so used to problems with the underground that you just assume that’s the cause. Since then, the day’s got progressively worse, but fortunately friends, family etc only appear to have been affected through inconvenience than anything else. Here’s hoping that remains the case.

tomorrow, I still expect to be celebrating – if you’re reading this to check, the plan remains the same, I’m not going to let a couple of wankers with a fucked up belief system ruin a perfectly good night out. See you there!

All three of my routes to work were bombed this morning. Not just “I take buses, and buses were bombed”: my bus route, my train stations, and my tube lines were directly hit. I’m a very nervous bunny right now.

Walking around there are police and fire brigade everywhere, as I was taking these shots a police officer said “You really don’t want to be anywhere near that station, fella”…(he didn’t have to tell me twice)…