Yeah, bits of London may have been blown the fuck up, but it's very much business as usual, which is pretty cool. Other than a couple of extra Polis at the Tube stations and the odd controlled detonation of a suspect package outside my work (and other people's, presumably), everyone is pretty much going about there lives as normal. It's all gravy.
And am I the only person who thought of Monkey Dust when they heard the identities of the suicide bombers this morning? Good English boys, born here and into cricket, football, booze, Chicken McNuggets, kissing girls, and all that jazz.
"This Wednesday, death and destruction will rain upon your heads...."
"Eh, our Shafiq, we can't do Wednesday, it's West Brom versus Villa on pay-per-view!"
"....This Thursday...."
And am I the only person who thought of Monkey Dust when they heard the identities of the suicide bombers this morning? Good English boys, born here and into cricket, football, booze, Chicken McNuggets, kissing girls, and all that jazz.
"This Wednesday, death and destruction will rain upon your heads...."
"Eh, our Shafiq, we can't do Wednesday, it's West Brom versus Villa on pay-per-view!"
"....This Thursday...."
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