What a day.
Had no idea what had happened until perchance I switched on the telly before going to the gym.
Condolances to all those who may have lost someone in that horror. Everyone I knew who might have had someone caught up in it has, thankfully, shown to be fine. A small blessing, really.
Now there are some who may find the adaptation from Monty Python a little tasteless owing to the events. However - I feel it's a very appropriate one. We're BRITISH, for goodness' sake. We are the Stiff Upper Lip incarnate. When disasters happen we don't fall to pieces, we get the bloody hell on with our lives, showing whatever dickhead who is currently choosing to bring our country down that no, you don't mean squat to us. WE ARE FUCKING BRITISH. The people of London have lived through WW 2 and the IRA bombings AND got on with their lives; some pansy little shit from Al Qaeda is not going to bring them down. Of course yes, in the initial carnage there is shock, terror, fear, numbness, disbelief; and of course here I am safe in Brum, well away from any of this. I don't know how I'd react if it had been me in that tunnel. But damn, as a country we Brits know how to pick ourselves up and move the hell on and not let these bastards bring us down.
*pops Land of Hope and Glory on*
Here's the sketch, anyway.
Tony Blair: Have at you.
Al Qaeda: You are indeed brave, sir knight, but the fight is mine.
TB: Oh, had enough eh?
AQ: Look, you stupid bastard. We bombed you.
TB: No you didn't.
AQ: Look.
TB: Just a flesh wound.
AQ: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
TB: 'Tis but a scratch.
AQ: A scratch? We brought your capital to a stand still, we blew up trains and buses.
TB: No, you didn't.
AQ: Well, what was that then?
TB: We've had worse.
AQ: You liar.
TB: C'mon you pansy.
Condolances to all those who may have lost someone in that horror. Everyone I knew who might have had someone caught up in it has, thankfully, shown to be fine. A small blessing, really.
Now there are some who may find the adaptation from Monty Python a little tasteless owing to the events. However - I feel it's a very appropriate one. We're BRITISH, for goodness' sake. We are the Stiff Upper Lip incarnate. When disasters happen we don't fall to pieces, we get the bloody hell on with our lives, showing whatever dickhead who is currently choosing to bring our country down that no, you don't mean squat to us. WE ARE FUCKING BRITISH. The people of London have lived through WW 2 and the IRA bombings AND got on with their lives; some pansy little shit from Al Qaeda is not going to bring them down. Of course yes, in the initial carnage there is shock, terror, fear, numbness, disbelief; and of course here I am safe in Brum, well away from any of this. I don't know how I'd react if it had been me in that tunnel. But damn, as a country we Brits know how to pick ourselves up and move the hell on and not let these bastards bring us down.
*pops Land of Hope and Glory on*
Here's the sketch, anyway.
Tony Blair: Have at you.
Al Qaeda: You are indeed brave, sir knight, but the fight is mine.
TB: Oh, had enough eh?
AQ: Look, you stupid bastard. We bombed you.
TB: No you didn't.
AQ: Look.
TB: Just a flesh wound.
AQ: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
TB: 'Tis but a scratch.
AQ: A scratch? We brought your capital to a stand still, we blew up trains and buses.
TB: No, you didn't.
AQ: Well, what was that then?
TB: We've had worse.
AQ: You liar.
TB: C'mon you pansy.