It's been a year today since the bombs ripped apart London, and any feeling of safety I had in this capital. I can't deny that almost every day I get on the tube to go to work, I think about it. And I have to confess sometimes when I'm alone on a train, even now I still start to panic. I think about what those people must have felt when it happened, or the fear of the people on the train with them, or my own fear when I realised I would have gone through the tunnel near Aldgate at the same time as one of the bombs went off if I was ever on time for work. And I feel like a coward when it takes all my strength to not run off the train at whatever station I'm on.
Whatever god you pray to, I hope he keeps us safe, even though I know that's too much to ask. My thoughts and prayers go to all those who died and their famillies.
Charismaticallly Mega Faun-ing all over the place
About Me
- Trying to "Panda"
- London, United Kingdom
- What that "Trying to Panda" means: "Panda" has become a synonym for pander, which is what I have to remember to try and do, rather than just tell people to shut up. Where: London Why: Doing my Aussie tour of duty back in 2001, meant that I left Sydney to live in London for a year. One year has now turned in to almost 5 1/2, residency and hopefully the percurement of British nationality, so that I can now go travelling around Europe without the need of those pesky visas (even if they do look oh so pretty in my passport). I like: marmite, chillies (fresh, dried, or in a jar with vinegar), french (the language), nutella on white bread (with no butter), East Enders, trying to burn past other cyclists when I ride home from work. I don't like: vegemite, losing, and having cyclists burn past me when I ride home from work. I always feel paranoid about something.
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