Today was the first anniversary of the 7/7 terrorist attacks on the London Underground and bus network. It was the worst terrorist attack on mainland Britain since the Birmingham pub bombings of 1974. To mark the occasion, there was a two minute silence to remember those that lost their lives in the atrocity. Here in Birmingham, the local radio station, BRMB, stopped broadcasting for two minutes to join in the paying of respects. Just before, though, they just happened to play Going Underground by The Jam!
This is typical of this station. These are the people who married two sets of strangers, they made some stupid bastard sit on dry ice until their arse stuck to it, and worse of all, they inflict James fucking Blunt on my earholes every half-hour or so. I have no choice in the matter, I work in a place where the choice is BRMB or HEART FM, and that's it. It's like having to choose Stalin or Hitler.
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- The homunculus 'Micktrimble' was hatched in 'No Hope' hospital, Sutton Coldfield in spring '74. As Sutton Coldfield was slowly dying, the homunculus' progenitors put their creation into a rocket and fired it at nearby Erdington. A primitive place, but it was thought that the creature would blend in; his talents hidden. He spent his young life endlessly doodling and honing his skills at moaning. At the end of his first instar, he spawned two more homunculi. He is now shedding his skin ready for his second instar and sketching childish doodles for publication in journals for similarly weak-minded fools.
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I found the silence very moving. I'd really prepared the kids to contemplate how the act of shoving the person in the queue in front of you is an unacceptable act, as is strapping a bomb to your flesh and destroying the normality of an otherwise normal day. Since we have bombmakers in the area, it seemed an important point to make.
For me to be silent is almost impossible but it was important enough to do so.
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