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That was all a bit weird. Coming home on the 243 from Waterloo, and they start taping off the road round Old Street way. "Bugger", says I, "I'm busting for a piss".
Then, as so often happens, a big fat guy with a very loud voice starts talking into his phone "they've confirmend bombs at Warren Street and Oval, and one on a bus in Hackney". "Shut up", thinks I, "I'm reading. Quit panicking over nothing".
Then the bus stops, and we get told by the driver to check for unattended luggage. (Surely that's not the passengers' job... is it?) Then a guy gets on, asks everyone if their bags are actually theirs. Then the driver again: "not wishing to alarm anyone, but there have been some bombs. And one was on a bus." Then the bus moves off, round a diversion.
At this point (does this go in "inappropriate responses" or here? not sure, really) I'm thinking "well, the traditional response is to go to the pub. But I'm in the middle of fucking Shoreditch, and I'm buggered if I'm going drinking there. If I have to start drinking in the Cantaloupe then the terrorists have DEFINITELY won".
Then I got home, turned on the telly. Everyone's all mental about it. So I went to the pub. The pub in fucking Stokey. Hear that, terrorists? The pub in fucking Stokey.
All seems a bit weird, really... why let off a bunch of detonators? Or what are the chances of a bunch of guys all fucking up? Copycat kids, maybe?
Or are we facing a terrorist threat as inept as that levelled at us by the fucking Shoebomber?
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