Blood will Flow

I was in London today to see Andrew Scott's Hamlet, but luckily the closest I got to Westminster Bridge was Trafalgar Square, and the Almeida Theatre is in Islington, miles away from the incident. It was still upsetting and disconcerting to get texts in the interval and have to update my status to let everyone know I was okay.

I feel for the families whose lives were shattered today.

There is no excuse for targeting innocent, random strangers, whatever your cause. The death of Martin McGuiness highlighted this fact yesterday. He might have gone on to help broker the peace in Northern Ireland but he was also responsible for the Birmingham pub bombings and the Manchester Arndale centre. No matter that he said, all his justifications that his struggle was with the establishment and the injustices of the occupation of his country - this was not resistance fighting against the RUC or the Parachute Regiment, this was murder of people who had no involvement in the Irish Troubles, they were civilians. It still makes me angry to think about what the IRA did back then, how Al Qaeda and ISIS are following in their footsteps now, but on a global scale.

Anyway, I didn't come on here to rant, so I'll shut up. I'll be back in London again on Friday for acouple of days theatre-going, and to meet up with the lovely beelikej, and nothing's going to stop us going to Choccywoccydoodah.