Missing
Well, my stag night in London was excellent.
There was a really positive atmosphere in the hotel, at bars and clubs, out on the streets. Our hotel was just down the road from where the bus was attacked, some of the streets were still closed to traffic and 'Missing' posters were stuck on telephone boxes and bus shelters. There was a heavy police presence.
But everyone was having fun. The police were jovial, joining in with the fun. We had our picture taken with some and as we walked back to the hotel in the early hours of the morning, we bought Mars bars for some others.
Although the Tubes were quieter than usual, the clubs were packed as always. We were defiant, once again the terrorists had failed.
Returning home today, the Tubes were still a mess, delays and line closures, the tannoy announcements constant. But nobody was complaining. The anger and frustration that would have been the norm was nowhere to be seen.
A young lad tried his, no doubt usual, trick of hiding in the toilet to avoid paying his fare. This weekend it wasn't going to work, as there were regular security checks and he was found. His abusive responses were rewarded with him being ejected from the train.
A great night out with my friends and family. Lots of food, beer, vodka, cigars and laughter.
Oh, and lap dancing. A surreal (but certainly enjoyable) experience.
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Sent from my Treo
There was a really positive atmosphere in the hotel, at bars and clubs, out on the streets. Our hotel was just down the road from where the bus was attacked, some of the streets were still closed to traffic and 'Missing' posters were stuck on telephone boxes and bus shelters. There was a heavy police presence.
But everyone was having fun. The police were jovial, joining in with the fun. We had our picture taken with some and as we walked back to the hotel in the early hours of the morning, we bought Mars bars for some others.
Although the Tubes were quieter than usual, the clubs were packed as always. We were defiant, once again the terrorists had failed.
Returning home today, the Tubes were still a mess, delays and line closures, the tannoy announcements constant. But nobody was complaining. The anger and frustration that would have been the norm was nowhere to be seen.
A young lad tried his, no doubt usual, trick of hiding in the toilet to avoid paying his fare. This weekend it wasn't going to work, as there were regular security checks and he was found. His abusive responses were rewarded with him being ejected from the train.
A great night out with my friends and family. Lots of food, beer, vodka, cigars and laughter.
Oh, and lap dancing. A surreal (but certainly enjoyable) experience.
--
Sent from my Treo
posted by Anonymous at 11:07
3 Comments:
Glad you enjoyed yourself. Good luck for the big day.
Glad it went so well for you Jag- love the story about the guy getting thrown off the train!
Take care,
B
Jag, thank you so much for the considered and careful response you left at my blog.
B
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