Nixta Sinks

When I left work for lunch at home with JB and Susan and to catch some cricket on TV (since England had dismissed the Aussies for a paltry 190 at Lord's), Warren Street tube was cordoned off. They had cut off Euston Road so that all traffic had to take the underpass and go either north or south (which meant that Tottenham Court Road was also cordoned off south of Warren Street), and which forced me to walk all the way around the long way via Great Portland Street station. In this heat?! Outrageous.

When I left work, the cordon had spread to at least Maple Street to the south, and Euston Square had been closed off, with many people upset that they couldn't get to Pret. When I left, people were still Pretting it, but angry that their Benji's plan had been scuppered.

Now they've spread the cordon even further with the front doors of my building shut and people arranging to open the back doors. Police are saying that they don't know what the repercussions of these bombs not being very explosively violent is, which honestly doesn't inspire much confidence and led me for a moment to the brink of psychosomatic anthrax symptoms, and let me tell you - it's not a nice thing, not nice at all - but that's a load of old shit so I put that back in the cupboard.

Can't even get a RealAudio feed from the beeb to see what the cricket's about. Dashed inconvenient. Break out the PSP and go and have a fag (out the back)...