I am a Londoner, born and bred. Fortunately I no longer work in Central LOndon, but was working there during the IRA campaign, so feel very deeply for all involved today. I thought you might like to read this poem, composed today just hours after the news broke by a Londoner, and read very movingly on BBC Radio London. This guy has hit the nail right on the head. It totally sums up the whole spirit of our capital and its people:- London Pride You come to place your bags of hate On bus and train, you made us late Yet well be back again tomorrow Well carry on despite our sorrow Your bags of hate caused some to die Yet we stride out strong with heads held high Youll never win, we will not bow You cant defeat us, you dont know how This London which we love with pride Is a town where scum like you cant hide Dont worry we will hunt you down Then Lock you up in name of Crown Were London and were many races Just look youll see our stoic faces We all condemn your heinous act You will not win and thats a fact Well mourn our dead and shed a tear But we will not bow to acts of fear Youre out there somewhere all alone Theres nowhere now you can call home Olympics ours weve won the race Your timing then a real disgrace Our strength youll find remains unbowed Were London and were very proud. Author Chris Neal (A Londoner)

The greatest part of wisdom is learning to develop  the ineffable genius of extracting the "neither here nor there" out of any situation...."