The 7th of July was an odd day for me. The previous day, we'd been escorted to work by riot police.
On the 7th, bits and pieces of news were coming out throughout the day. The thing that's stuck with me most, five years on, was in the afternoon, when I phoned round our clients in London. One of them were based pretty much across the road from where one of the bombs had gone off. When I spoke to one of the people I knew there, her main concern wasn't the Looming Threat Of International Terror, Sinister Islamists or Oh My God Who Do We Declare War On, it was just how she'd get home, because the tube wasn't running.
Yeah. The reaction was actually pretty inspirational in some ways - I knew several people working in London who basically reacted with "They closed the Tube? Surely we shouldn't let a few terrorists bring us grinding to a halt!"
In about 1994, we had a school german exchange. When they came over here, some of them were really nervous about going to london because of the threat of IRA bombs.
I never really gave a second thought to it, and I don't think my Dad ever did even though he went through the "ring of steel" every day while they were doing that.
Takes more than a terrorist to put a Londoner off their decaf soy extra hot tall frappe mochacinno.
Ha, I remember studying in London in the spring of '92. There wasn't much in the way of bombing & such that year, but the previous year.... Oh. My. And my poor family were not-so-quietly freaking out back in Mississippi. My grandmother mentioned terrorists in almost every letter and phone call. Meanwhile, us students were completely in tune with the native Londoners, "Bombers? Eh, whatever. Just don't shut down the bloody tube, mate. We need that to get from the outskirts in for classes in the morning."
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And as for the four peers -- good riddance.
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On the 7th, bits and pieces of news were coming out throughout the day. The thing that's stuck with me most, five years on, was in the afternoon, when I phoned round our clients in London. One of them were based pretty much across the road from where one of the bombs had gone off. When I spoke to one of the people I knew there, her main concern wasn't the Looming Threat Of International Terror, Sinister Islamists or Oh My God Who Do We Declare War On, it was just how she'd get home, because the tube wasn't running.
Keep calm and carry on.
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I never really gave a second thought to it, and I don't think my Dad ever did even though he went through the "ring of steel" every day while they were doing that.
Takes more than a terrorist to put a Londoner off their decaf soy extra hot tall frappe mochacinno.
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