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Oh, and there's now one more city to claim today... [23 Jul 2005|02:14pm]
Sharm El-Sheikh, Egypt. Anyone gonna create a "community"? Time to walk like an Egyptian.
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[23 Jul 2005|01:20pm]
I invite everyone to join and express your solidarity with the people of Iraq as well...

Iraq Hurts
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Cheap n Nasty [23 Jul 2005|12:47pm]

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What really happened this month and why. [22 Jul 2005|10:56pm]

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The way to deal with terror attacks [22 Jul 2005|12:04am]

Tonight a group of friends and I decided to practice what we preached and the kind of thing I wrote about in my earlier post to this community. Conseqently we:

1 Went to a pub on the back streets of Camden
2 Drank lots
3 Were still in the pub when the landlord pulled the curtains and locked the doors
4 Got around a piano played by a drunken piannist
5 Sang songs from punk, back through Bowie, The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, Jerry Lewis and even further back and end up with Run Rabbit Run.

Somehow it was even better that the piano was out of tune. It was a wonderful experience that bound Londoners from current generations with Londoners from every generation.

Scared? Us? Bollocks!
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[21 Jul 2005|08:43pm]

From SkyNews

"The man who was holding the rucksack looked extremely dismayed."

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, lose!
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Latest bombing reports... [21 Jul 2005|07:51pm]

Apparently the police are currently searching for an individual who resembling the reconstruction below, who was seen on a tube train this morning carrying a bag with 'ACME Suicide Bombing Kit' stencilled on it.

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Let's review [21 Jul 2005|07:39pm]

7th July.............................21st July

56 dead..............................None dead
700 injured..........................1 injured
Most transport links dead.........Three tubes lines closed

These guys are even worse than the last lot
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[21 Jul 2005|07:21pm]

Dear perpetrators of Terror,

You stupid incompetent dumb fucks. The entire city is laughing at you tonight. Be in no doubt that the pubs of Soho, Clerkenwell, the City, Bloomsbury, Shoreditch and Camden will tonight be rammed full of people unable to get home quickly and drinking themselves stupid whilst they piss themselves laughing at you.

Congratulations, you have just become the butt of our favourite source of reconstituted jokes.

Q: How many terrorists does it take to change a lightbulb
A: One to change it, one to switch it on, and a mastermind in Pakistan who forgot to pay the electric bill.

Lots of love

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Definitely the B team [21 Jul 2005|05:17pm]

Just detonators in the bags, no proper explosives? That'd make a real mess of... lets see... the bags.
I can just imagine some cell leader back at 'Terror HQ' looking at a row of rucksacks in the back room and saying "What d'you mean, they took the wrong ones? And what happened to my bags of laundry?"

Oh well, I won't be using Warren Street tube tonight.
I think I'll get the new Iain M Banks novel on the way home, I'll probably get a big chunk read before I get home.

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Oh Dear. Here we go again. [21 Jul 2005|02:57pm]

I think I need a cup of tea, Just as it looked like we were going to powder the Aussies in the Ashes (we still are) some bunch of incompetants fail to even set their bombs off properly and shut the sodding tube down again. They've closed the Northern line and I'm going to have a bugger of a time getting home... Again!
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An Appology [14 Jul 2005|09:33pm]
I was originally going to post this as a response to mejoff's latest comment to my first post below, but feel that there's more than one person due an apology here, so this goes out to everyone who hasn't wished me harm or told me to fuck off..

Apologies to the world if I lashed out because I felt scared, shaken, and like someone wanted to take a pop at me, last week someone did, in a very big, very frightening way.. I came to post what I imagined was a message of peace, not a white flag at the morons with the bombs or the morons guiding them, but my way of not backing down to the wankers that have put this big lable over my head saying "victim" because a week ago Wednesday all I was was an ordinary person going about his life, and a week ago today someone very nearly blew me to smithereens.. I'm not angry with this community, they didn't plant the bombs, but you can imagine how I was feeling when I made my first post..

I didn't help when the first reply I got was "Fuck Off..", what an excellent way to wind someone up.. I didn't read the responses to that until today because they didn't arrive in my email box.. This is the first time I've ever used a blog site, so I wasn't sure how it worked..

My username was down to the fact that this was the first thing I heard a voice say when I came to my senses last week.. It came from below me from someone I was squashing..

This has been a long and difficult week for everyone, especially for me and the others caught up in this.. Meejoff spelling it out helped simply because I haven't really had much time to think about other people this week, all I've been able to think about is death, fear and the pile of human beings I became a part of, and how bloody useless I felt as a victim when normally I'm the first to pitch in and help in a crisis..

If I just keep stating the obvious, and that was initially taken as an attack on this community as a whole because they felt that I was bunching everyone into a single unit and fighting with them because I was offended by someone with access to photoshop and a bad sense of humour, I wasn't, not deliberately anyway, it's simply a reaction to the shock of someone with a bomb doing that with me last week, I'm a person, and the sooner I shake of this "victim" lable, the better. I wrote my first blog here because I just wanted to write what I thought about that somewhere, the press were interested in me for about as long as it too to find out that I didn't wish anyone else dead. I'm not a troll as described, I didn't come here for a fight, in fact I didn't think anyone would take much notice of me.. I've never wrote my thoughts so clearly but felt so mixed up in my life.. One of the benifits of anonymity I guess, it means I can keep lying and telling my friends and family that I'm ok, when infact I can't get the thought of the poor woman I helped onto the train just before it blew up out of my head.. The police told me earlier this afternoon that the person who died in our carriage was a guy, but that didn't help, I'm not sure when I'll next get on a tube, but I'm even less sure if I'll ever hold a door open for anyone again.. You never know what harm these random acts of kindness can do to someone..

Even though many of you might think I'm an annoying git, I'm going to keep posting here for as long as it takes me to say everything I've got to say about this all.. Funnily enough, the moaning and complaining, the banal comments about being inarticulate and being told to fuck off (and the responses to that when I didn't think it worth responding myself) that I've had as responses to my posts has been helpful.. It reminds me that the world hasn't changed that much, just my little corner of it for the time being.. Hey, it must have, I'm talking to my computer instead of going to the pub to chat with my mates!

You see, I thought the point of this site was to be able to write your thoughts and feelings, I really didn't want to pick a fight, just the opposite as it happens.. It seems that it was, but I was too hurt to do anything right..

A good friend of mine has invited my family and I down to Switzerland for a long break, work has agreed a month off on compassionate grounds and you can't get much safer than Switzerland.. In the meanwhile I'll curl up on the settee and watch StarWars with my wife and son and try not to shiver at every explosion..
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Personal Commentary about the Bombings [12 Jul 2005|02:07pm]

[ mood | pensive ]

This is a personal journal of Rachel from north London who was in the bombed carriage of the Tube train travelling from King's Cross to Russell Square on the Piccadilly line. She has told the BBC News website about her experience and is making daily postings.

Someone posted it on brits_americans. Thought you might be interested.

Edited later: Probably some of the best quotes I can pull from her story:
- The fear is leaving me and the sense of pride is growing, proud of myself for holding it together, proud of all the people who helped, proud of London, my adopted city. We're going to put on one hell of an Olympics after this.
- I'm going to look at my fellow passengers, as I said last night, and if I start to have a panic attack I will just break the Don't Talk We're Londoners rule of London Tube-travelling and say "I'm feeling scared, can you help me?".
- As the train set off I began to well up and shake. I held John tightly. As we approached Kings Cross a man leaned towards me. "Is this your first time back on the tube?" he asked, having noticed my distress and looking a little shaky himself. I said yes. We began to talk. His name was Eamon and he had been on the same train as me on Thursday! I recognised him from the newspapers. We talked of how frightened we had been. We both talked in a rush and the journey passed quickly. We exchanged numbers and shook hands. I surfaced at Oxford Circus, with John, in tears of relief and amazed yet again that I had met another survivor. I arrived at work and had a talk with my boss who was sympathetic and kind. My team were glad to see me. I'm glad to be here. Made it. Cups of tea all round.

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[12 Jul 2005|08:54pm]

An open comment to an open entry.

Thought I'd post it here too. It's a reply to the person that made those exciting icons about London and children praying to someone of whatever religion they are involved with. Those evil bastards that are preventing children from praying have to be stopped. Hug the children. Unless they are praying mantis.


"This is MY journal and I'll say what I like."

Did you say that in case people didn't notice. You'll probably delete this comment, but it's just a thought. This is my livejournal account and I'll post what I want. *cough*

Why not just laugh at everything. Or think of everything as if it is a parody of something. Unless it is a parody of something; in which case don't, it won't work. Your icons weren't so bad that they should be taken down. People that complain about them being offensive, then complain about people complaining about their photoshopping being offensive, is just silly. Saying that, don't complain about them complaining either. Not that I'm complaining myself, just suggesting that there is less of the complaining. Mostly people take offence to something because they mis-understand its point. I.e. certain people, I imagine, drew their own conclusions about the photoshopped photos that you created, then got upset. Like others did with the comedy ones. This is not an attack on you or the other guys in the London Hurts community. Some people have no sense of humour

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[12 Jul 2005|11:45am]

another tacky banner.


I opposed the US invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan; however this gif is based on a bumper sticker that appeared around that time, the only one I liked. the original featured Uncle Sam but I thought Snoop Doggy Dogg made a better fit.
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Who's next [12 Jul 2005|03:02pm]


In an attempt to organise the disruption more efficiently next time around, London council have opened the tender process for the position of Official Terrorists for the coming decade.

A council spokesman, at the launch of the tender process, pointed out that "obviously there has always been somebody taking a pop at London, with the Germans, IRA and home-grown lunatics being among the recent examples, but after the license for the current service providers runs out we’ll have nobody to bomb us.  This is clearly an unacceptable situation."

The contract will run from 2010-2019, and applicants for the position are being asked to provide samples of the spurious justification they will use for carrying out their attacks, a summary proposal of the half-baked ideology their group will be based around and a list of any oil-rich countries who provide them with financial backing.

Applications will be accepted by letterbomb until 31st December 2008, with the successful applicants being notified by international sanctions in June 2009. Further details are available from the Tender Committee’s website, www.comeandhaveagoifyouthinkyou’rehardenough.co.uk

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[12 Jul 2005|01:39pm]

[ mood | amused ]

A Clare Sainsbury has taken the trouble of writing to the Guardian to correct their sloppy piecelet about this community, and amazingly they have published her letter.

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Reflections Upon a River... [11 Jul 2005|06:23pm]

[ mood | calm ]

The following is something I received in my in-box this morning from a service called www.thoughtfortoday.org.uk

The dead weight of our personal histories is like a ball and chain. It stops us from being here now, from seeing what we need to understand here and now and from doing what we need to do here and now. It blocks our ability to meet others with fresh eyes and an open mind. Even worse is when we can’t wait to tell others our story, as we mistakenly think it is vital to their understanding of life. We don’t realize it but the re-running of our personal history is killing our own freedom. Freedom has no history. Besides, most peoples stories are already built on an illusion that they are someone whom they are not! Give up your personal history. If you don’t have a story you do not have to live up to it. Embrace it and toss it…every day. The wake is the trail of the boat not what drives it.


It struck a chord within me and has enabled me to write about how I have felt since the bombs on Thursday. It was of course a terrible occurence which touches us all, whether we were personally involved or not. LJ is a prime example of how we are all connected - on the LJ Group specifically set up for Londoners on Thursday, I read a comment by a complete stranger, which touched me enough to want to look at their profile. Turns out this person has 8 or 9 totally dispersed LJ friends in common with me. I don't know this person's history and I don't need to - the people we have in common speaks volumes and persuades me that this person is someone I would like and trust if I ever met them.

In a similar way, things like the reaction to the Tsunami, and the global coming together of Live Aid and Live 8, prove to me that you are all my neighbours and my family. Like family, I may not get on with you all, or see you as often as I should, but nontheless we are connected, and responsible for each other. If I pollute and rape the planet in the name of my comfort, my brother or sister in the third world suffers as a consequence. If you threaten and mame the innocent with bombs in London or Bali or Bhagdag, in the misguided name of religious zealotry, you are threatening and maiming me, for I am a child of the stars, just as you are.

The quotation above is about letting go your past and allowing the future to take care of itself. I am who I am today, because of my past, but my future is out there somewhere and I'm happy for it to take me where it will. This weekend has been very happy for me, I have worked hard and played hard and whilst remembering the awful suffering of others in London right now, I do not feel guilty. Rather I offer my peace as a spiritual upload to the general karma to balance out some of the negativity.

Last night, robinbloke,vyvyan,razornet and I went for a night punt on the Cam, going to the meadows at Grantchester. We were escorted along the river by a beautiful black swan, who sailed right next to the boat, leaning his neck over the side occasionally, looking for crisps. We arrived at the meadows just as the light was fading from the sky. A small portable BarBQ was produced and we ate sirloin steak and venison, surrounded by tea lights as dark night descended. I drank red wine and shared a joint as we told stories and finally fell asleep where we lay, on a blanket, under a huge willow tree. We dozed through the cold night air, cuddled up for warmth and not even minding the slight misty rain. By half past 3 it was light once more, so we packed up and got once more into the boat. Robin poled us home through the silent dawn waters, reflections of the sky, fractured by the ripples of our passing. Then into the silent world slid the dawn chorus. We passed a song thrush and never such a sweet sound have i heard - his greeting to a new day will live in my heart for the rest of my days. Mist rolled away, dawn turned to day and a flotilla of geese passed us, trumpeting their presence. Black lambs on the bank bleated, and ducks dabbled. As day fully arrived, we disembarked and were carried home to bed in a taxi.

I give you my morning <:@)

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[11 Jul 2005|09:11am]


I am an American with British parents and I have been to London twice.

therefore I know EVERYTHING about England.

just kidding.

anyway this:

fuck you. I know you meant well, but fuck you.

thanks! :-)
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