What a difference...

So many things have happened in London since my last post it all seems a million miles away from my breezy, devil-may-care opening post.

I was lucky enough to win Live8 tickets for last Saturday, and as you can see by the pics, I was not in the Golden Circle (or Golden Shower area as we liked to call it) no, were two of the suburbanites at screen number something or other. We did however have a wonderful picnic, and who says you couldn't take wine in. We had two cartons of South Africa's finest. Keane, Madonna and UB40 blew us away. Pink Floyd put us to sleep.

Long day all the same, we were wishing we had called it a day/evening/night around 10.30pm and watched the rest at home. All that said, I was so over-the-moon to be there and somehow, someway, my sis and I walked out of the park and picked up the only cab working in the west end within about 10 minutes. Luck was not the word, though it did rhyme with the one that popped into our head. Now we only have to watch the DVD of the day to see what really happened.

I was out of London when the wonderful announcement came that we would be hosting the 2012 Olympics, and speaking as someone who was originally sceptical about the whole thing: "Why do we need them, we'll lose money, what about the transport system, etc". I came round to the idea and would have been gutted if we'd lost. I was jumping up and down when the announcement was made. Though at the same time I couldn't help but notice a couple of the bid team almost fell on Tanni Grey-Thompson in their celebrations. I know it was a strange thing to notice, but it did strike me as strange. She is one of their coolest reps after all, a true Olympian. Sorry, now I am becoming emotional.

Now you will know where I'm going with this and what ends my blog this week. Those terrible events of Thursday, which even those of us who had the misfortune to live through the IRA campaign found horrifying, frightening and incredibly sad for victims and their families. Now, don't get me wrong London can be a difficult place, but over the last few years the city has become more friendly, more accepting, more easy to handle. Someone resents this and also saw how easy it was to make a serious hit on the tube, bad combination. I cried last year for Madrid and now I cry for my chosen hometown. That should be it. The intelligence services must get to the bottom of things before the tragedies. And not be making plans on how to deal with what is seen as inevitable.

We all know someone affected by this and as Ken Livingstone said it was people of all ages, colours and creeds who were targetted. This must pull us together even closer. Don't let's be coerced by the bigotted or the racist to turn on each other. Be better than that.

To paraphrase the American slogan: "None of our colours will run."

Fadin' out: