so london finally got the long-threatened bombs. i feel oddly detached, like it didn't really happen in the same world i exist in. we all knew it would happen eventually but at the same time didn't think about it, for fear we couldn't deal with the murky thoughts that must accompany such events.
me and boo were nowhere near when it happened. boo would have gone through moorgate around that time of day but luckily was off work last week. i don't want to even entertain the ifs and buts of that one. friends, family and noders are accounted for.
the only thing i know with any confidence is that compared to the states and madrid we got off lightly.
go on over to see uncle ralphy's eloquent response to the bombings
