To clarify this post - just about every native Londoner I've spoken to today (and I've spoken to quite a few) have made jokes about the terrorist attacks (ie "bloody french, sore loosers"). Some folk, particularly those in other countries, may find this very peculiar, and when I look at it from a very detached perspective I guess it is very peculiar, but it's just our way of coping. I'm told that the Blitz was just the same.
I went down the pub. And then I went dancing. And on the way back from dancing, sat on Cricklewood station, my friend Katie and I both took turns to run down the empty platform pretending to be planes.
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I went down the pub. And then I went dancing. And on the way back from dancing, sat on Cricklewood station, my friend Katie and I both took turns to run down the empty platform pretending to be planes.
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