My old research lab is about 100 yards from Tavistock Square.
that morning I was distracted from my tea by a sound that can only be described as dropping half a ton of corrugated iron into a skip. I still wake up in the night hearing that. I made some joke about a bomb and carried on tea drinking. I'm probably going to hell.

But massive respect to the emergency services and everyone who had to deal with that (and similar). Words can't express how hard that must be.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 12:27, Reply)