Friday, July 07, 2006

7th July 2005

I was in London that day, and I know some of you were making your way in on the bus too. The hotel I stayed at was the Thistle Euston and to the left of it there was a minor subway exit, it was through this exit that they brought some of the bodies of those who died.

I don't know why but what happened on this day last year has touched me more than any other disaster or attack I can remember.

I can do nothing to help of course, just like I could do nothing then when it took me five hours to get from Victoria to Euston, all I can do is watch again the faces of people who lost those they loved - this time on television instead of in the streets.

In memory of those who died or were injured, peace.


Abs said...

Oh my.
I remember that day too.
I was busy blogging instead of working (of course) and planning out my weekend. (How narrow of me.)
Then the editor said: "Oh, look at the BBC site...there's been a bomb in London."
And we all looked.
Then there was another. Then another.
Was I surprised? Not exactly. I'd been half-expecting an attack on London ever since September 11.
Was I horrifed? Yes. And afraid too.
The strange thing that I only realised later is that I'd actually met one of the bombers at a wedding once. The once from up north who had moved to Aylesbury. The one who had killed the most people. The one with the King's Cross tube bomb.
Life is short; life is fragile.
Grab onto it with both hands - even if all you have to show for it is pain.
We're all stuck here on this god-foresaken planet and we're all trying to do the best we can, with the best intentions, making the best decisions we can, with the limited information we have available to us.
Oh blah, blah, blah...
I'll shut up now! -grin-

Niki said...

It's a crying day today

Nodders said...

Woah, I didn't realise you were right there Niki! And Abs, shit that must be an intensely (for want of a better word) 'odd' feeling. I wasn't really affected by it at all, being all the way up in Scotland and it being just another news story (sorry to be blunt), guess I forget that there are people standing around the stories that the news focusses on sometimes.

Abs said...

Yepty it was all very odd indeed. I'm still pretty much way out in the country here - and I was really, really glad for it in the weeks following.
Niki - I send you choccy cornflake cakes. Is there anything better? -grin-

Stagestruckgal said...

oh yes. I hadnt forgotten, just pushed it to the back of my mind. hope you two are ok, niki and abs.


Niki said...

Yeah Gordon, I'm kinda stunned. I should snap out of it I know but being there, kinda. Well whatever.

Wow Abs! I love those cakes...

Thanks Laura, can't speak for my girl Abs but it's just a bit shit down this way at the moment

Abs said...

Well, I'm pretty much ok; thanks for asking -grin-
Certainly better than before, anyway.
Dictator C has brought chocolate cornflake cakes in as it is her birthday. And I am eating them *evil grin*
And Niki - never forget that a good sleep is a marvellous literally makes the world go away!

Lolly said...

I was on holiday at the time when I heard - in America of all places.

I was shocked by it, but, like Abs, I'd been anticipating it for a long time.

It makes me said how all over the world it's politicians who makes these decisions but it's the innocent who are killed for it.
There were surely people there who were protesting against the war, who wanted the troops out of Iraq - but when it all comes down to it, we've all been classed as a nationality and our opinions mean nothing.

I don't understand.
We are all people. With minds and hearts and emotions and feelings.
So why do we kill each other so?

Can't we just appreciate each other?

Niki said...

So long as such a thing as power and revenge exist, no we can't Lou. Pride and Honour are killing us, literally.

Stagestruckgal said...

I know. I totally agree Niki. The world would be a much nicer place if we all acted like 2 yr olds, innocent and carefree. sadly, that will never happen. there are too many human vices to contend with.

oh, sod it.