Aargh
I have just had one of those moments where you think about all your treasured possesions and whats going to happen to them after you have gone.

I was in Manchester Airport, enjoying a beer at the airport bar when a muslim bloke walked in and yelled Allah, Allah, Allah.... (This is where I had that moment).... I'll have a coke and a packet of ready salted please

Stuttering bugger, I shit myself


(Gets coat)
(mon bison powered by magnets, Wed 14 May 2008, 9:31, 2 replies)

I had a similar
Moment, a few weeks after the London bombings.

I was on the Central Line, heading towards Epping, when a dark-skinned, dark-haired man with scruffy clothes, a bulging canvas satchel, a wispy beard and crazy eyes came and sat opposite me.

I feel pretty ashamed for leaping to conclusions, with hindsight, but I think most people would've been on edge.

This man then started muttering to himself, took out a book filled with hand-written arabic, and read aloud from it.

At this point I began to sweat lightly, and it wasn't just due to being on the Underground.

I decided that if push came to shove, and it was a bomb that he had in the bad he kept shuffling around inside, the best course of action would be for me to stand up, and kick him right in the head, crunching it backwards into the window, and hopefully putting him out of action very quickly.
One of the benefits of wearing military boots, I guess.

Anyway, nothing happened, he got off the train, and I went home.
I feel a bit of a cunt for it though.
( Cawl, Wed 14 May 2008, 9:54, closed)

Uh-huh
i was a bit on edge when a man on the train station walked up to the bench i was sat on, put down a big expensive looking laptop bag next to me and left.

I moved to the other end of the station.

I mean who would just leave their laptop on a bench, next to a long haired youth listening to loud music? unless ofcourse it was intended to kill him.

He came back a minute later with a cofee, and no explosions ensued.
(ShitBitch, Wed 14 May 2008, 10:19, closed)