Saw this quote today. Made me smile.
"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous toy."
Damn. I just want Danger and play, no women... ;)
Someone asked about the case the other night.
We haven't made any arrests yet. Someone was stabbed down in the tube system.
I hate working in the tube. It's normally hot down there, but late at night, once the trains have stopped running, it gets roasting. (the only way that air gets circulated in the London Underground is that the trains push the air around through the tunnels.)
And nowadays, that reminds me of the hours - days - we spent down there after the bombings. Working in the sweltering heat, trying to find evidence, body parts, any clue as to who did it. Any items belonging to the dead or injured. Anything out of the ordinary. Squeezing into tiny spaces, through gaps in the twisted wreckage. We were down there for so long you had no clue when you came out if it should be night or day. You couldn't drink enough water, the paper suits stuck to you the second you walked in, sweat running off you.
Obviously it was all worth it. But now, whenever I'm down there, that's what I think of. The chaos, but also the calm, where there should have been millions of people heading to work, through the rush hour, the sound of the trains whistling through far off tunnels. There was none of that.
Anyway, one more day of work, then I shall be taking John out on a date on Thursday.