The hotel I stayed at in London when I was over there in January is right up the road from Russell Square. God.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Tom's dad is OK, he sent an email.
Oh, that's good, Nora.
That's good Nora!
so we are just waiting to hear about Paul and Sheila. They work near Parliament.
Thank goodness.
speculations, accusations, and wrong unchecked facts
I guess I don't feel like I've heard much of that this morning. The reporting (at least on NPR/BBC) has been very good, I've thought.
I am having a hard time focusing on anything else, so I'm OK with there being lots of information.
I'm freaking a little. Liverpool St. station is across the street from my old office. Of course, my friends were slackers, so I'm hoping that they were running late this morning.
So angry right now. So fucking angry. If you showed me someone from Al Qaeda right now I'd happily pull the trigger myself.
And in a less murderous way, I'm pretty damn furious at someone on another list I'm on who was all, "Oh my God and I was just making London travel plans!" Way to make it all about you. And way to be a coward. I was longing yesterday for the day when I'll be in London again, and I'm still longing for it today.