Man shot dead by police on Tube
My god, that's getting close to home. Sort of expect terrorism in Central London. But Stockwell...
Yesterday evening (at past my bedtime) I was pottering round the house, no music no telly and I could hear constant sirens. It's not unusual to hear sirens (there goes another) round here, being that I'm at the junction of two major A roads. It seemed more than usual, but I told myself to stop being ridiculous. I was probably being ridiculous. (Here goes another).
There is absolutely no reason to assume that I heard more sirens than normal last night; if I did the explanations could be manifold. But I'm feeling more jumpy isolated at home in semi-surburbia than I would ever feel amongst colleagues and strangers in Central London.
I got a bit jittery last night. Jimmy reckons that they're focuaing on tubes and buses now and then when everyone's paranoid about travelling they're going to hit a building. And all I can think is 'the building where I work is an obvious target'.
It's stupid; I've worked in a target building before, for an organisation whose head was an IRA target. The actual chances are remote. I'm not changing my job - I like it way too much, on balance...
