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, Reply)