London Calling

We woke up at the new house this morning, on an air matress in the living room, to the meowing of our confused cat who spent his first night here and to the terrible news of explosions in London.

I immediately sent mail to A., who now lives in London with her husband, only to find she'd already sent out an email to all of us who would be concerned for them upon seeing the news. Luckily, her husband was late to to the office, and she'd been working at home. Not everyone was so lucky.

I love the British. And from blog of the alternative paper, The London Line, here's another reason to love them.

Ken Livingstone got it exactly right, in his immensely powerful speech, when he said that the terrorists would fail. Because they have failed already. We're pissed off, we're moping, we've been hooked all day to every news source we could find and we've been deeply concerned about loved ones. But we are not, fucking not, terrorised.

For us, tomorrow will dawn and we'll go about our business unafraid. But for those who planned and carried out these attacks, the best they can hope for is a life on the run, hunted forever, never knowing who will betray them, never knowing from which direction justice might come.

You lose, you cunts. Now - to the pub.