Well, I'm in the thick of it right now, and it's not much fun.  I work very close to some of the stations (to the extent that I've been worried about Si all morning, but he's ok too).  Everything all morning has been horribly confused, no-one really knowing what's going on.  It's now been pretty much established that it's the work of terrorism.

Well, first I'd heard of it was this morning when I got into work and Lorenda mentioned they'd been an explosion at Liverpool Street (close to me) - it was initially put down to a power surge.  Then they just kept on coming.  There's a scared, shocked atmosphere here now - can't believe it.  No-one knows how we're getting home, we're not allowed to leave the building, no-one can believe this.  And we're still very scared that there'll be another explosion.  Very scared.

Fucking bastards.  Rush hour trains and buses - evil fucking bastards.  I'm so lucky all my friends are safe, but I'm shaking like a leaf.  Police, ambulances, fire brigades zooming past my building near-constantly for hours.  I want to go home.

I just can't believe this.