Terror, my 2c

In a world of 'terror' I have to admit that I am not afraid. Admitidly I am living on a tiny land mass somewhere in the South Pacific Ocean, and the world stage often seems so very far away. However, my links the the motherland are still strong and my thoughts about the explosions in London the other day are as real and valid as the next persons. So here's my 10c for anyone who wants to listen:

Always trying to keep positive about everything… 9 million people travel by public transport every day in London, so as far as 'terror' attacks go it wasn't really a big deal; I think Ireland has been worse hit by the IRA in the past. After all, if you want to coordinate an attack who would really choose to use the most unpredictable public transport in the developed world. It's a fluke that the drivers weren't on strike, as they seem to be every year. I heard this morning that the bus driver was actually lost, and had got out of his bus to ask directions. Go figure.

Admitidly going to work that morning was decididly risky, but then again the road death rate for London alone was around 4500 in the 1840s (according to a stat I pulled from a Google). To everyone I know in London I hope you are safe and well, and to the bastards who 'mastermind' such events I hope one day you work out that death and distruction is not the way forward.