This Is This

Fine, fine, everyone I know is fine. I sent text messages saying “I’m fine” to everyone who didn’t know and might have wondered whether or not I was.

My neighbour who drives a tube is OK. Thanks to my friend Len in New York for his message. I mailed him after September 11 with similar questions.

The forces of evil behind yesterdays bombs would love for all of us to stop talking freely, to cease from seeing the beauty and humour in life. They want us to be scared and to hate them and they want to end our ability to express ourselves in ways they could only dream of. We must and will continue with dignity , courage, humour and love. Even saying “that’s what we will do” takes away from the act of just simply doing it. We just get on.

I was on a train on the same line between Russel Square and King’s Cross at the time of the explosion on Wednesday (the day before the bomb), heading to a meeting I’d been trying earlier this week to rearrange for Thursday because I had stupidly booked it for the same day as the Olympics decision and the start of the G8. Only a lack of planning and a degree of my trademark fuckwittery saved me from the fate of my fellow commuters.

Speaking of whom, how cool was it to be standing at a bus stop yesterday trying to get out of town when a car full of very posh people pulled up, rolled down the windows and a complete stranger said: “Anyone want a lift to Wimbledon?”?

I’m fine.

How are you?

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