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As a native Londoner who moved out to the West coast a few years ago I am so proud of my fellow Londoners. I was working in Cambridge this week and left there yesterday morning to travel home by train via Kings Cross in North London. I would have gone on from there to join the tube to Paddington via Edgware Road. The explosions meant I reached Kings Cross Station but was prevented by police from going any further, instead joined the hundreds diverted away from the station on foot. Thankfully I didn't hop on one of the buses being used to take people out of the area, it blew up a few hundred yards down the road. I heard it and just kept walking away away away. It finally took me eleven hours to reach home via Birmingham, a journey which should have taken about five, but I did reach home safely.

More than sixty years ago Adolf learned that the people of London could not be bombed into submission, a lesson the IRA entirely failed to grasp and they took almost thirty years to give up and go play in their own back yard. Living in a city used by every facist pig terrorist from every part of the world as a stage for their own foul game breeds a total contempt for these shits, not fear, not ever. I am nervous but I will be back there next week to lecture staff at Holloway in North London because we don't let fear win do we. No.

I saw people of every colour and creed yesterday, managing their fears and helping each other deal with the events they had either witnessed or been a part of. I can go walking on my beach this morning and 'god' has nothing to do with that, I was one of the lucky ones.