There is a lot of information to digest, of late. The premiership switch between Blair and Brown has brought about but one certainty: change. I’ve only had time to skim through the newspapers this week, but I aim to sit down and study what the change of power would mean for England, Great Britain, the world in general, and most importantly, little old me. Most pressing, though, and hitting the headlines, is the car bomb found in central London earlier this morning. Stuffed in a Merc, no less. I doubt it was a disgruntled former fan of German cars.
But you’ve got to admire the resilience of the Londoners. Another bomb, another day, minimal hysteria. Reminds me of the days when the IRA were vigorously making their voice heard in the 1980′s. It amazed me then how the people of London just picked up the pieces of their lives and moved on, and it continues to amaze me now. And from another point of view, last year I was still a Lancastrian. Living a mere half an hour’s drive now, or a 40 minute train ride, from East London, things are markedly different now.
Tommorow, as the smell of familiar fear of car bombings still casts a stench over most of London, I have plans to be there. I could cancel. But I don’t think I will. Being able to have a decent day out tommorow will not only be a personal bird flipped to the terrorists. I have not much motivation to do that. But it will say eff off to an even more pressing demon that needs to be conquered. I too, need resilience. I too, need to live.
Asleep in Barcelona: Where I lay my head is home
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