I have to confess to stupid naive inappropriateness.
There were scenes of chaos in the centre in Brixton this evening when I emerged from the Tube. The main crossroads was cordoned off, with heavy police presence, as well as fire engines, ambulances, a prison van and even the air ambulance.
Buses were running, but spasmodically, and packed to the gunwales, so like so many other people I decided the best thing was to walk. Up hill. It took a bit over half an hour. Would have taken less time if I hadn't paused to twit and take photos rest. The photos are just from my phone, so not great. Obviously if I had had my real camera I would have forced my way through the crowds of people gathering to stand and gawp. I would have said "Let me through, I'm one of Brixton's leading bloggers".
Fortunately it was a pleasant evening to stroll up the hill. Indeed, I had caught the bus and Tube with a colleague and we had been having that self-same conversation. I was faintly amused to notice that everyone, up or down, was walking on the left hand pavement. I don't suppose many held a realistic hope of catching a bus; there comes a point where it's barely worthwhile.
I've been home nearly an hour now. Whether it's because I'm more alert or whether it's an actual fact - plus we actually have the back door open - but there seems to have been more than average sirens.
And then I get home, fire up the PC and discover what actually happened: Woman is killed under prison van
