What I hate about events like this- apart from the obvious- is that you stop thinking about anything else. You want to be able to write about normal things like TV shows but the bombs become all consuming. Even though we all knew this had to happen eventually. I just feel a sense of relief, it isn't quite as bad as I thought it would be.
Yeah, at the risk of triggering some sort of karmic backlash, I feel a little bit like I did when I was extremely ineffectually mugged: there was a sense that, statistically, this was something that had to happen at some point, what with living in London an' all, coupled with a relief that it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
I'll work myself back up to Big Brother soon enough. |