(This journal entry isn't mirrored, because.... well it's a bit shit really)

There was a bomb scare in my corner of London this morning. I got to work early (yes, really) and so I was in the office browsing dA (as I do when my boss isn't looking) - when I glanced out the window and saw scores of fire engines, police vans, ambulances, and emergency response teams. The old bill had cordoned off the entire high street. There were loads of anxious and confused office drones (you can spot them by the white iPod earbuds) not being able to get to their PC's. The train and tube station was closed. The traffic was gridlocked.

The worst thing about it was Starfucks was inaccessible due to the chaos so I was unable continue to foster my burgeoning coffee dependency (for which I'm laying solid foundations). Thankfully I managed to evade police lines, risking life and limb to visit Café Nero for a large latte and pan au chocolat in order to sate myself.

Word on the street was there was a suspect package by the lights outside Argos. It must have been very suspect for all that palaver. As if Osama Bin Laden would bother bombing Argos. It wouldn't exactly send shock waves around the western world and have a devastating effect on the US Primaries. I thought perhaps Osama had got some cheap-arse jewellery from the Elizabeth Duke range that had turned green and he wasn't happy with it.

As it turned out some plum had left a bag there by mistake. Oh well.

The funniest thing about it all was the security guard we have at work who sits on the front desk. He looks about 14, is skinny and has ridiculous spiky hair. Along with an embarrassing line in faux-white-boy Jamaican patois, he has a nervous twitch that is so pronounced it almost shakes his thick glasses from his nose every time he makes eye contact. All he does day-in, day-out is check people's passes as they leave and enter the building (which I do about 10 times a day for my smokey-smoke breaks). That's it. Nothing else. Sometimes he stares at the floor. Other times he monitors the CCTV while awkwardly adjusting his glasses. But when a crisis like this strikes he jumps into action and it is his chance to SHINE!

On my way out to get a coffee I asked what all the bother was about, he replied with a detailed explanation finishing with 'But don't worry YOU ARE SAFE HERE'. I looked at him and was like.... ' er... thanks'. I later looked out the window and saw that he had put himself in the danger zone by donning his orange jacket. He was trying to assist the police who looked like they were becoming increasingly annoyed by him buzzing around. As I saw him later on, I thought I should thank him for his selfless and valiant efforts ( )

'Thanks for what you did back there, man' I said. He looked back and without saying a word, gave me a nod that said it all.







<sub>This week I recommend:
1. lolcats


This week I do not recommend:
1. 1960's boilers
2. Wrapping



April</sub>