So its happened, and here i am writing in the thick of it, commuting to London has never been quite so horrible or horrendous, and the horror of war is brought home to us. I however am relatively safe in South West London and away from the war zone
What vile minds thought this one up.
Immediately thoughts of loved ones and their thoughts are turned to who is dead and who lives.
I have sent and had numerous texts via mobile phone and a few phone calls to check I am OK, thank to everyone who cares about me.
Busses blown apart, subway train carriages ripped apart by blasts, fear and mayhem…as Morrissey said in his now famous song:
Panic on the streets of london
Panic on the streets of birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
My partner who works in a London Hospital worked all day ferrying people to surgery, holding their hands and reassuring people with limbs blown off that they would be alright…not a job I could do but highlights that our public services should not be ruled over by accountants and middle managers but by top class organisers, leaders and a spirit of true public service.
