I'd just like to publicly disassociate myself from Songs of Praise, thank you all very much. I've only subtitled it once. And don't want bombed.

I've never been near a bomb threat. There was one at work a couple of months ago, but I wasn't working that day. I feel deprived, somehow, though hopefully that won't jinx me...if you hear of a bomb in Scotland tomorrow, you'll know it's me that's been blown up for saying that...



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Try living near Washington DC...there's always some threat or another. My hubby was on his way to the Pentagon the day it was hit. Thankfully, he was running a bit late. He just got stuck in the detour traffic instead. I was fit to be tied and horrifically worried. Then there was the whole anthrax thing....again our area. And one of the letters was mailed from the post office next to hubby's cousin's school in Trenton, NJ.

I think it's something all of us have to deal with, unfortunately. We just can't let it control our lives. We have to remain vigilant and report suspicious things, but we can't let it deter us from leading full and happy lives.

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I think my Brazilian cousin's husband was once kidnapped.



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The three minute silence following September 11th was marked in some spectacularly tactless ways by some companies. At least one Norwich Union head office marked the beginning and end of the three minutes with the fire alarm, and another company used the bomb alert !

We rarely have any bomb problems here is aus, except for the Bali bombing. and apparantly the Islamic fundamentalists did that one there becuase they couldn't get into Austrlalia to get more of us. Cheering thought that.

Back when I was still in high school we had a day-trip organised to see Tutankhamen's treasures (at Burlington House in central London). The management was only letting in two school's-worth of pupils at a time, we had been queueing for over an hour and would have been one of the next groups admitted... and then there was a bomb scare. Mutter, grumble, snarrrl... It was only a false alarm, but we spent the next couple of hours just standing around and waiting for our coach to return, a few hundred yards away from the site, and I never did get to see that exhibition.

A few years after that (in the period 1978-81), when I was studying at University College London there was a bomb exploded somewhere along Oxford Street, which was maybe a mile away from us.

My younger brother lived for a while in an area of northern London where there were a lot of Irish residents, and a house quite close to his (maybe a couple of blocks away?), which the police raided, turned out to be an IRA cell's "bomb factory".

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Ha. Well, I was working in Manchester the day the IRA blew the crap out of it. It being a Saturday I was doing overtime in the telephone enquiry bureau; we were the only ones in the building. First we knew about it was an almighty bang and all the phones went dead. Much confusion. We went out to see what was going on .... nobody about, the whole city centre had been evacuated. Except for us. Eventually a copper came by, saw us, and had five kinds of blue fit. He practically ran us out of town on the end of his truncheon.

Even though the bomb had been planted the other side of the city centre, it took out some windows on our upper floors. It took a looooong walk to the edge of the evacuation zone and about five hours in total to get home. By which time my mother was climbing up the wall ...

We all got a week off work out of it, though.



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Yowser. Closest I've come is leaving a London shop about 5 minutes before it was blown up. However I'm lucky that one of my friends was on his way to that Soho pub but was running a few minutes late, or he would have been in there when it went up.

There was a bomb scare across the road from school two years ago, but it had already been detonated. And today I found out there was a P dealer living in the hotel up the road from me. A SWAT team went round to clear him out and everything. AND there was another drug dealer in the road parallel to my house while i was boarding, so i didn't find out until today.

ILS

P.S There's a primary school just opposite to the dealer's hotel was. I hope he didn't sell any to them :( .



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&quot;What I need is a strong drink and a peer-group.&quot; -Ford Prefect

Eh, sorry if I'm being dim, but what's a P dealer?

Only, I thought vegetables were good for you...



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A really readily available drug in Sheep Country, I don't know the full (and extremely complicated) name, but sooooo many people are hooked :( .

Back to bomb scares - we had one at uni after Sept 11th - there was a bomb threat called in to the sports centre, which is right next to one of the biggest Centre for Arab and Islamic Studies in the country. My friend was in the Physics building, which is opposite, and announced afterwards that half of the building had been evacuated (that facing the AI Centre), but not her half. Eventually they blew up someone's gym kit and announced that the area was safe!



I drink to drown my sorrows. Unfortunately they've learnt how to swim.

Just looked up P, seems to be a pure form of speed that comes in crystals and is smoked. Nasty.



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Very.