...everyone was listening to re-runs of Tony Blair, wondering about the rumours of a suicide bomber at Canary Warf and drinking...
...as we sat there a succession of cars/lorries/vans headed down towards Kings Cross and were turned around and came back past us...
Everyone is shell-shocked...one guy in the pub (he looked like a builder) was still covered in his sooty shroud (obviously having been involved underground)...
Work have just said, get home if you can, and don't bother coming in tomorrow...the Police have said that the stations are going to be closed for a matter of *days* rather than hours....
Somehow, in the middle of all this, I have managed to actually do some work too...feel free to call me nuts if you like...
I just want to get out of London now...
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Your updates have been great Fink.......do hope you make it back OK tonight.
I'd like to ask you a question about your blog, perhaps at a better time.
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