The Brain That Wouldn't Die

I haven't been to London since the 'incidents' (and what Talk Sport was calling the 'attempted incidents'). When would be a good time to go? Well, judging by recent history, not Thursdays, when you're likely to get blown up by a suicide bomber. And not Fridays, when you're likely to be shot five, six, seven times in the head by a policeman. Even a criminal mastermind's brain isn't that resilient. Luckily though, the police have apologised: yes, we're very sorry about that, and yes, it will happen again.

As for the 'attempted incidents', it seemed to be a case of tragedy repeating itself as farce - a very English comedy of embarrassment (can you imagine anything more embarrassing than being a suicide bomber who fails to explode?) Talk Sport were on the case again but it wasn't like 7/7, everyone was agreed on that. 'Any sign of panic?' the presenter asked, hopefully. But no, the best they could do was an 'eerie calm'. On which we had hourly updates ('Yes, it's definitely getting eerier.') Eventually, things got so dire that they actually started talking about sport.

I switched off.