Sometimes you wish you were home.

When the bad shit really hits the fan, part of you says "I'm glad I'm not there", but the other part wants to be there - a part of the collective consciousness that you grew up in, to offer help or support in any way you can.

Yesterday felt rather like deja vu. My experience of the events unfolded just like 911 - I was in bed and Nabila had been up for a while and came to tell me that I should turn the TV on. Here we go again.

Looking at the pictures of Russell Square (which was my daily tube station whilst at college) and Kings Cross (where I narrowly avoided being a statistic in the 1987 fire) brought a severe lump to my throat and need to communicate with people who I knew would be using the system and those stations. I called my friend Kev and spoke to him - all my old friends are OK. Nabila spoke to her sister. Everyone was wondering how they were going to get home. My sister was thankfully on a business trip to Italy.

At work, many of the Brits here could not contact loved ones as the cellular network in London had been shut down as a security matter.

Many, many people - coworkers, friends expressed their sympathy and for that I thank them all.

London has been through this before, with WW2, with the IRA. London is probably the most security conscious city in the world. You can have all the inane security you want - all the shoe checks, sniffer dogs and no garbage bins on the Underground. But at the end of the day someone determined to kill will find a cowardly way.

Do I know what the answer is? Of course not. But I do know that while some people in this country seem to think that giving up all liberties, freedoms and rights is the only way to be safe, they're wrong.

Terrorism is the tool of the unjust. A last resort 'fuck you'. An attack on the common man.

It's not war, it's slaughter.