July 7th, 2005

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Maaaan, terrorists

Boooo! Boooo to you! You no good!

Of course, it wouldn't be a terror story without government overreaction, and the British police have already started rounding up anarchist G8 protestors and sticking them in lock-up. Did they have anything to do with these terror bombings? Almost certainly not, but hey, they're a bunch of troublemakers anyhoo, might as while get 'em while the gettin' is good.

And now, back to trying to raise my London friends on the ol' squawk box.
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The gallows are waiting for humor

Conversation with one of my London friends, selected highlights:

ME: Hey! Are you still alive?


ME: I must have the wrong number, then.


ME: So, what's it like over there? Pretty insane?

JANE: Yeah. Luckily, I'm unemployed, so I never have to go anywhere.

ME: Everyone okay?

JANE: Everyone I know. Probably not the victims.


JANE: Hey, how come you never call me unless there's a terror attack?

ME: Your Catholic guilt won't work on me. I'm an atheist. Anyway, you live overseas. It costs a fortune to call you.

JANE: The last time you called me was when I was in New York on Sept. 11th. I still want to know why you never call me unless something blows up.

ME: Maybe a more pertinent question is why you're always around when there's a terrorist bombing.


ME: You should have stayed in Milton Keynes. Nobody's going to bomb Milton Keynes.

JANE: More's the pity.


ME: Okay, I'm gonna let you go. I'm losing your cell phone signal.

JANE: I blame the terrorists.

ME: You said your cell phone signal always sucks, though.

JANE: The terrorists really have it in for me.