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Kurt Barling | 16:38 UK time, Monday, 5 July 2010

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Where were you when this outrage happened? Few will forget the morning of 7th July 2005.

In my case I was high up on a Ugandan plateau looking up at Mount Elgon.

Surrounded by hundreds of villagers as cameraman David Perella was waiting to film a stand up for a piece for BBC London on fair trade coffee.

At 10.30 a text came through from his partner in London spelling out that several explosions had led to serious loss of life on the tube network.

We both felt sick and helpless; in the right place but now at the wrong time.

At the very moment that text came through, Thelma Stober was stuck underneath debris and bodies on the railway track at Aldgate, blown up by the 22 year old suicide bomber she was standing close to, Shehzad Tanweer.

Five years on Thelma has yet to venture back on to the Tube. The smells and shock of that moment five years ago endure.

In fact the memory of that day, Thelma told me in conversation recently, remains stronger than some of the things she did over the previous month.

I've observed Thelma's slow recovery from the trauma of that event. Despite her courage, conviction and determination she still struggles, as do many of the other approximately 700 victims directly affected that morning.

Many people are still so traumatised they find it impossible to talk to journalists about their experiences.

The day before all this happened, on the 6th of July 2005, things couldn't have been more different for Thelma and the team she was working with.

As legal adviser to the Olympic bid team, she was at the heart of the ecstatic celebrations over the success of bringing the Olympics to London in 2012.

When Jacques Rogge, President of the IOC said the words "London", the city went wild.

In Singapore the movers and shakers of the London bid celebrated, whilst those in London like Thelma made sure the final touches were made to the legal framework underpinning what was now the project to deliver 2012.

The following morning Thelma came into work slightly late.

As the Tube train she was on entered Liverpool Street station, her mobile phone showed a signal so she started to compose a text message to the office to say she would be in work shortly.

As the train pulled out of the station and Thelma pressed the send button she recalls an almighty white flash, and thinking maybe that's why there are signs up in certain places saying don't use your mobile phone.

Crazy as it might seem she thought she had caused the explosion with her mobile phone.

Thelma recalls coming to, lying on the track, a hand lay across her forehead.

It was then she realised she was in the midst of a disaster.

The hand belonged to one of the 52 victim who had perished.

As she puts it a kindly gentleman came and covered her with a jacket because all her clothes had been badly scorched and began talking to her, to keep her conscious.

Thelma wanted him to tell the office she would be late and expressed concern her son would be anxious if she was not at school to pick him up. Even in the midst of tragedy the everyday matters of life must carry on.

Thelma's recovery from her injuries, she lost the lower part of one leg, were initially hampered by difficulties in getting a suitable prosthetic limb.

Unbelievably it was expected that she would be satisfied with a white coloured limb. Thelma is from Sierra Leone and wanted, as she puts it, her two legs to match.

She found it degrading to have to constantly prove that she was an amputee. A psychological adjustment she believes needs better management by medical practitioners.

The recovery process has been a constant battle she says for her and other survivors.

Because they were victims of a terror outrage many could not rely on private insurance policies to fund the lengthy recovery periods involved.

Thelma says she was in denial that things were bleak or that life would have to change for a long time.

Paramedics on July 7 2005

The bottom line: She had an urge not to give the terrorists who blew up the trains the pleasure of seeing victims give up.

It certainly didn't help that there was such resistance to a full public inquiry.

Many of the victims still want an answer to the key question of who knew what, how much and when.

Could the catastrophe have been avoided if intelligence agencies had joined up the dots and conveyed that picture to the police?

Thelma is no longer angry but in a curious way would like to sit down with those who changed her life so dramatically to ask if this is what they intended and if there could be another way of resolving what ever motivated them to act in the first place.

We conclude our conversation with the positive tone with which we started.

From personal tragedy a new philosophy emerged that having been given a second chance at living her life; she is now focussed on doing good or at least as little harm to others as possible.

London life has recovered, I'm not sure we are any longer as complacent as we had become in 2005, the memories of the IRA's reign of terror in the 1970s and 80s having largely faded.

Personally, barely a day goes by where I don't have a little voice in my head saying I hope my kids come back safely every time they venture into central London.

Thelma says one day she is determined to get back on the tube.

She misses the hustle and bustle, but unlike those of us less directly affected, Thelma cannot yet control her fear.

To never do so again and not take part in one of the necessary rituals of London life would, in her terms, be a failure.

I hope I'm with her when she takes those steps. Thelma loathes failure.

Comments

  • Comment number 1.

    I was on the Tube, on the Northern Line when the bus bomber should have been. It's important that Londoners show that intimidation doesn't work; I was out on the street in silence on 14 July 2005 along with many others making that point. Thelma's story is inspirational; there must be a better way. I hope she gets back on the Tube in due course: I'm sure she won't fail. Terrorism cannot succeed.

  • Comment number 2.

    I was watching the TV live that morning as events unfolded. I can't remember seeing Peter Power of Visor Consulting being interviewed by the BBC at the time and only later saw him saying that his company were running drills at the same time where the explosions took place. Best wishes to all those adversely affected.

  • Comment number 3.

    I was having a lie in that morning.. I remember being jolted and woken up by a thud. I got out of bed, and went on to the balcony. All I remember was the eerie sound of sirens everywhere. I then came in and switched on the television. I believe the 'thud' was the sound of the bus exploding in Tavistock Square. As the day progressed, my neighbours and I rushed to help. It was a frightening moment for a Londoner living in the West End. The following years, have taught me never to ignore unattended bags, on the street. I even cross the road if I get a bad feeling about something. I wish all those affected, my regards, and hope they are recovering well. It is a morning none of us will forget.

  • Comment number 4.

    I am a TfL employee and i was on duty that day, when the Bombs went off i was one of the first on scene at Edgware Road Tube station to help members of the public, I felt so helpless as one person i was attending to sadly passed away while i was talking to them, it will always stay in my memory forever, R.I.P all those innocent people who lost there lives, you will never be forgotten

  • Comment number 5.

    I was in school in outer London. I remember coming out of lessons and hearing all the confusion, no one knew how many bombs had gone off. As one of the few people in my class with credit on my phone it was passed around for people to check in with their loved ones. I was lucky that my brother was being lazy that day. The times he'd planned on getting up and going into London, he should have been on one of the tubes. I appreciate that my school participated in the silence on the 14th and every year on the 7th I have had a minute of my own and will continue to do so. Lest we forget.

  • Comment number 6.

    i was in school in year 7. We were supposed to be in a normal classroom for geography but that day we were moved to a computer room for the goegraphy after lunch. Sixth-formers had been in the room before and had the news up on the board. We didn't have that geography lesson as we were all too busy watching the news. It must have been terrible to be there witnessing it, and i hope that one day we can stop something like happening ever again. R.I.P and my thoughts are with the families. You will never be forgotten x

  • Comment number 7.

    I don't live in London, but that day will never be forgotten as it felt that everyone's freedom had been violated. It just brings home what a terrible attrocity it was when one reads personal accounts like Thelma's. I hope that she and all the other victims and their families get the appropriate support they deserve, no matter how long it takes and at what cost. It's the least they deserve. As for Thelma, I hope that her positive attitude gets her through her mental pain, and that one day she does step back onto the Tube. Good luck to you all, my thoughts are with you.

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  • Comment number 9.

    I was sat at my desk surrounded by large muted television terminals when the room became very quiet and still and when I looked up all I could see was smoke coming from an underground station in London. At first we all thought it was an underground fire but then we listened to the voices coming from a terminal that someone had turned the sound up on. In a room that for the first time in 20 years was deathly silent, the boss came in and within seconds we were deployed to a life changing 48 hours that has lived with me until the day I retired. My thoughts are with the victims and all the brave and caring Police, Doctors, Nurses and anyone that day who helped those lost and confused, injured and in need of comfort, on a day that changed life forever.

  • Comment number 10.

    I'm an A&E nurse, but was on holiday in Derbyshire. I really felt I was in the wrong place, having been involved in major incidents before, but all I could do was watch helplessly. I still feel I could have contributed towards the work of the Emergency Services, and those individuals affected both physically and psychologically.

    Thelma, if the time comes when you feel you can overcome the dreadful fear you describe I, and many others I'm sure, would be more than willing to accompany you on your first journey on the tube since that horrendous day 5 years ago.

    To other survivors, and bereaved individuals, I send my love and compassion. We must unite together to show we are stronger than the terrorists who seek to divide and destroy this kingdom.

    Phunkyflower

  • Comment number 11.

    I was working on the Piccadilly Line at Heathrow on the 7th July 2005, helping out with the morning rush hour traffic, and it was very busy. I had started my shift at 8am that day, so was still fresh when the bombings happened.

    We didn't know what had happened at first. Line by line, our status update board went blue, one line at a time, and we were told it was a power failure. Through outside sources including the BBC website, we gradually realised what had beset our city, and shortly afterwards, it was made official. Trains moved to the nearest stations and stopped, and the stations were evacuated. The sheer number of people we deal with at Heathrow is overwhelming enough as it is on a normal day, but this was extraordinary. All staff made themselves as useful as possible, I went up to the Heathrow bus station with a customer information board, and wrote on it that entry into London was now impossible. For the next seven hours, I was in the bus station telling every customer what had happened, doing my best to communicate with those that spoke little or no English, that they couldn't get into London, and telling those that wanted days out to use to coaches to other destinations such as Oxford.

    I don't think I've ever worked harder, but I can only imagine what the poor staff had to go through that were the first to make their way down the tunnels and onto the exploded trains. London Underground staff did themselves a great credit that day, not just at my station, but all over the system. I was a tad relieved to be released from my shift that day, but I went straight home and followed it on the TV, fully aware I had to go back the next day with a broken transport system to do our best to get the passengers to their destinations. We were more clued up on 21/7/05 because of this earlier incident.

    We don't live in fear here at Heathrow, we're fully aware we work in a prime location and on a prime transport service for this to happen in the future, but we just don't think about it. We apply extra vigilance so that this scenario doesn't happen again.

    My heart goes out to all those who lost their lives, innocent people, good people, not just in this incident but in all terrorist incidents around the world.

  • Comment number 12.

    I was working in london at the time myself and that morning I had got the train from Luton to kings Cross and then the Hammesmith and City Line from Kings cross to Hammersmith less than an hour before the bombs went off.
    I remember the early morning meeting and all the police fire engine and ambulance sirens that we could hear just as we were starting. I remember how the rumours of what was happening outside that circulated and I remember having to find a way of letting all my friends and relatives know I was ok as my route to work took me through more than one of the bomb sites and probably only a couple of trains before the one that was blown up at Edgeware Road.

  • Comment number 13.

    I was at work in Harrogate, getting my flowers ready for the Harrogate Flower Show and rememeber it flashing up on my phone and I thought it was some kind of joke, I instantly called my girlfriend to call her siter who lives in Camden to make sure she was okay. It was a horrible time waiting to find out if shewas okay. I hope I never have to go through that again and its the last time it is allowed to happen again. My heart goes out to all the people that suffered and I thank god that we were the lucky ones.

  • Comment number 14.

    I was coming home early from a conference in Birmingham and arrived in Euston at about the same time as the first bomb went off. Couldn't get to the tube as it was reported that there was a 'power surge'. Walked to Euston Square where it was bedlam. I decided to grab a bus and had 2 choices.....the 205 back to Liverpool Street or the 30 back to my office in the West End. As it was a 'free day' I chose the 205 to head home......

    I was about 100 yards away from the 30 when it went up and that will stay with me forever. Very few days go by without the thought of all the poor people and their families and friends who must live without them.

    From that day I have lived mine like each was the last. Sweet dreams to all those lost.

  • Comment number 15.

    I was in Barnet General Hospital taking my nan for an appointment. All of a sudden we were all asked to leave as they were preparing the hospital for a major incident. Lots of people running around with walkie talkies. I asked a doctor rushing down a corridor and he said there were bombs in London and that's all he knew. I remember driving home and pulling over for about 5 ambulances that were all in convoy racing towards London. We went back and turned on the TV to watch BBC News and the unfolding events which I think unsettled my Nan as she was from Derry. A guy I knew some years previous also died in the bombings which brought the whole thing close to home. A sad day for London, one I hope is never repeated.

  • Comment number 16.

    I was on a train on the way into London with my wife and four year old grandson - a day out in London as a birthday treat for him. We heard what had happened as the train approached London and we got off at the next stop and then had to wait an age for a train home - all the time hearing more detail of what had happened. We were horrified at the thought of what might have happened to our grandson and our feelings were (and still are) with all those affected by the events. To this day I do not understand how a human being can do such a thing to other human beings.

  • Comment number 17.

    The amazing thing about 7/7 is that only one bus was taken off it's standard route by police escort during the whole day. Strangely, that bus was the one that was bombed. The BBC never enquired about why this happened and I doubt will even print this post but it's high time the news organisation that UK tax payers finance started doing its job and asking some pertinent questions. To dwell on the tragedies suffered by members of the public only does them a further injustice when the reasons why this happened in the first place have never been explored by the mainstream press.

  • Comment number 18.

    I was on my way to school to tell my staff that i was no longer well enough to continue as Head. On the bus to Shoreditch, full of my own thoughts and sorrows and someone said there was something going on with the buses and they were checking under seats. I got off and started to walk, immediately scared and by the time I got to work, it was all unfolding and nothing else mattered. I'm so sorry for the people who were there. For just a short while, my partner didn't know if i was safe and we talked about how awful that was. For anyone there, it must have been unimaginable and the stories that have been told and shared have been humbling and inspiring. I wish everyone affected a full recovery and fully agree that we need to find ways to get through these acts of hatred to a way of living together that is peaceful, kind and compassionate. London is a brilliant, harsh, ever changing city. It's the kindness as well the cruelty of strangers that changes lives and on 7/7, it's what made us so proud of our home town. Best wishes survivors and thankyou for sharing your stories. In hope x

  • Comment number 19.

    I was at my then boyfriend's house in Cornwall when I heard about the bombing. I have a cousin who lives very close to Tavistock Square and I know he catches the bus regularly to get to work. I was frantic with worry for him and had been trying all day to get through to him or nan to see if he was ok.

    I was relieved when I finally heard that he was ok. I extend my sympathy to those who suffered and still suffer because of the evil that had been done on that day.

  • Comment number 20.

    I was on the morning shift at the London Eye, where I used to work as Customer Services Executive. That morning I was training a couple of temps when my Team Leader told us there had been an accident in the tube and we might have trouble getting back home. Then the wheel was shut down and the offices emptied. A security perimeter was set and we were told it had been a series of bombings. The evening shift would not be called to work and we would have to stay indoors until the Police would say it was safe to leave. Around 4pm or so we were standing outside the building in case customers with pre-booked tickets would turn up. The office was open for refunds. We could see an endless line of people walking from Westminster Bridge towards Waterloo and down the South Bank. Business men and women in their suits, some with their shoes in their hand, walking slowly in silence. I remember thinking "this is the British pride, they're not going to let the panic take over". It made me feel strong upon the circumstances.

    I was the last one of my department to leave. Having been there for over 12 hours, I managed to get a bus to Clapham. I was extremely sad for the lives lost but also confident that all Londoners and "Almost Londoners" like myself wouldn't let terror take over and carry on with our lives.

  • Comment number 21.

    I was getting ready for my University Graduation Ceremony in the Midlands when I heard the news. Although I wasn't living in London at the time; a number of my friends were. I went and broke the news to them that bombs had gone off on the tube so that they could try and ring friends and family. Our thoughts went out; and still do go out to all those who were affected and suffered because of something so senseless.

  • Comment number 22.

    After reading all these stories this morning, its made me realise how strong us londoners are, and all the many diverse people that work in our great city. Some of your stories of that day sort of touched me, and jogged my memory. I recalled earlier of how the bomb woke me, but you've reminded me of so many things that happened that morning. I remember holding someones arm to stem the blood loss, at Tavistock Square. I often wonder how that guy is, and if he recovered. There was only so much you could do until the emergency services arrived. As Londoners we all stood together that morning in defiance. Lets hope it carries on, and we beat this ridiculous war on humanity.

  • Comment number 23.

    I remember this day, not only for the tragic events that took place but also because it’s when absolute panic set in. For me it was a normal day working in Leeds, West Yorkshire, when I received a text message from my mum saying something along the lines of “hope you’re ok, I love you, hope to see you soon. Love M x” which was fairly out the blue, I didn’t think much of it and put it down to her “having a moment”. Later that day, news and gossip started to spread about the bombings in London, everyone was on the internet reading updates as they came through. Then all of a sudden I remember my mum was in London at some sort of conference and at the moment, I remember the text she had previously sent and put two and two together. My heart dropped like stone. I grabbed my phone to call her and it was dead, these continued for an hour and still nothing. It was only after contacting my step dad several hours later, who assured me she was there but not injured and that she was helping those that were. Luckily she called back several hours later letting me know she was ok. From this I have learnt 3 things. One, never take anyone for granted, 2 stand together to beat the people that think they have the right to do these awful acts, and 3, that the true heroes of this are the people of England and especially those in London that day. May a good conscience always be on your side and my thoughts go to all those that lost something or someone that day. May we unite and beat this god awful affliction.

  • Comment number 24.

    I was on a bus passing Kings Cross just before 9am,I saw some blue lights and knew something wasn't right when I saw 2 police cars closing that end of Euston Road. When I got to work at UCL people hadn't come in and there were rumours of a 'power surge'. Ten minutes later the glass there was thud from the bus explosion and the huge glass windows shook. So many of us narrowly missed death that day. We will never forget.

  • Comment number 25.

    I do not live in London but i remember the day very well, i was starting a late shift at work and popped into sainsburys, everyone was watching the televisions in the home entertainment section it was silent nobody could believe this had happened. It certainly doesnt seem like it was 5 years ago and im sure the events of that day will live long in the memories of people all over Britain for many years, my thoughts go out to anyone who was affected by this day

  • Comment number 26.

    I was working on Oxford St on 7th July 2005. I was on the bus in the morning planning a trip back to Scotland. I arrived at work early as I always did and watch everything unfolding from my computer.

    I received a text from my parents in Scotland who had heard on the news that the tube was down because of a power failure - they were checking I had made it in to work. That was my first indication that everything was not right.

    The rest of the day involved me helping 450 people out of our building and buddying them up with people to ensure 'safe' walking routes home once we were given the all clear to evacuate. At approx 4.30 I was able to leave as the last person in the office had gone.

    I met with my flat mate and we walked from Oxford street to Brixton with hundreds of other people. Some in suits, some in 'gym' gear and some handing out there trainers to those who were struggling in heals.

    I recall it was a muggy day - not unlike today - and shop owners handing out bottles of water to those who really looked like they needed it but more than anything I remember the good spirts of those walking home. The support and encouragement and the attitude that we would not be broken as a result.

    I also remember how incredible London looked with thousands of people taking to foot and not a caar in site.

    I always get emotional thinking about that day and am sure I always will but think the strenght and courage all those involved have shown is incredible and admirable. And it has never made me once question my descision to live in such a fantasatic city.

    x x

  • Comment number 27.

    I was working in the West End on 7/7, for some reason the train had been delayed, and it meant I was not caught up in the initial chaos. I actually got on a later no30 bus up Euston Road, but got off to walk, in the process by-passing Tavistock Square, where I witnessed shocked victims. There were many scared people at work, but it was so important to reassure people. The next day I was going to work from home, and there seemed to be something not quite right about it. My manager rang me and asked me to come in, as others had stayed at home, and when I walked to the station, and then went back into London on that sunny day, I felt Londoner's 'Blitz spirit', and the importance of defiance and carrying on as normal. My thoughts go out to the victims and their families.

  • Comment number 28.

    The morning of 7th July I decided for the one and only time ever to drive to my office in Wallington from Balham (to this day I can't remember why I didn't take the train as usual). Sitting in the traffic I listened to the news about transport problems, and the 'power failure'. On arriving in the office I picked up the phone, and it was my colleague's husband ringing from New Zealand where he was on tour with the British Lions- they had heard the news there, so I had the strange experience of hearing what really happened from somebody on the other side of the world. Later that day, as I had the car, I drove to Chelsea to pick up my husband and a few others from work. On the journey BBC London played 'Waterloo Sunset' as they had done 24 hours beforehand to celebrate the Olympics coming to town. That song and the memory of sitting with friends outside a local pub, watching hundreds of pedestrians walking in droves down the middle of the road into Balham that evening, all exhausted from the long walk from the City and the sheer horror of the day, and heading into the pubs just to be with other Londoners, will remain with me for a lifetime.

  • Comment number 29.

    I'd been at an early meeting over near Brick Lane. We would have headed back to Aldgate to return to the office but found streets closed and deserted and police all over the place. It was terrifying as we didn't really know what had happened and could barely get a phone signal to find out.

    My colleague and I eventually walked the four miles back to his flat in Canary Wharf. I really remember the calm way that everyone just go on with things as travellers took to the streets instead of the tube to get home.

    The way that the City picked itself up and carried on in the aftermath makes me proud to be a Londoner.

  • Comment number 30.

    ON this day, I was running late for work and was on Piccadilly Line train - one behind the one which was bombed - luck was on my side, as if, had I been on time, would have been on the train which bombed.

  • Comment number 31.


    Wow, I cannot believe that 5 years has passed by since this atrocious and unfortunate event. My own memories of the tragedy are all too fresh, even after 5 harrowing years. I was seeing a girl in London that day. She was coming down from the North, she was coming to see me. Lying to her husband that she was attending a conference, she wasn’t, she was meeting me and I loved her. I received a text from her telling me she had arrived via the tube, as the events unfolded and I heard about the explosions, I felt an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, “Teresa, my beloved, please be ok” I said out loud. I grabbed the phone and called her, when she answered and I heard her voice, it was like an angle speaking, the relief and worry that had built up like an enormous pressure pump, just exploded and I burst into tears. She stayed to help those injured, that was her, she’s like a robot, such a fantastic person. From that moment on I told her I wanted her to leave her husband, she did and now we are together and have a 2 year old son called Tom, he likes to play with fairies. It seems so strange that such a positive result can occur from such a horrible catastrophe. My heart goes out to all those whose lives have been touched by this day 5 years ago.

  • Comment number 32.

    I was in Zante with my fiance when we saw it on the news our first thoughts were of friends and family who were living in London at the time. I remember trying to ring people to find out if they knew anything and if they were alright.

  • Comment number 33.

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  • Comment number 34.

    I was on the Victoria line and we were evacuated at Green Park

  • Comment number 35.

    I was only 15 at the time and clearly remember being told whilst sitting in my Maths class, it was truly scary and a worrying time until I got home to see if my family was safe.

  • Comment number 36.

    Working at home, before I went to an office. I heard the news that the Tube was restricted due to an "incident". And then wondering where my grown-up daughters were. I was in touch with one in Dubai who learnt of her sister's safety before I did.
    Later, every day, I read that excellent Blog (was her nickname "Maureen"?) which constantly made my eyes well with tears. I had "escaped" 9 September 2001 by a few hours - and here it was all over again. What a country we must be to attract visitors - no matter what they want to do. Perhaps the United Kingdom is the ENVY of those who want to destroy us, as they don't seem happy in their own environment or roots?

  • Comment number 37.

    After I got off the Picadilly line at Russell Square there was a large queue to get out, because both of the lifts were out of operation which I found odd. Consequently everyone was forced to use the stairs which was extremely rare (Russell Sq being one of the deepest tube stations). It turned out that one of the bombs went off in between Kings Cross and Russell Square stations on that line, so I only just missed being directly involved.

    After exiting the station I walked to work on Woburn Place, only a few hundred meters from where the bus bomb would later go off. When I got to work colleges were saying about the 'power surge' rumours, so I naturally assumed that was the reason for the lifts not working.

    After the normal cup of tea and read of the day's business news on the company intranet I went down stairs to open the post. I'd got about half way through and heard a large thud. My initial thought was somebody upstairs had knocked over a cupboard or dropped something heavy, but shortly after that a college came down to get me because the police were telling us to leave the building.

    It was certainly a rather surreal experience at the time. I was worried about friends, but my first thought was to call my family to let them know I was OK.

    Fortunately I didn't know anybody injured in the bombings, and in hind sight I experienced a key moment in modern history that I will never forget.

  • Comment number 38.

    I was travelling down from Stevenage that morning as was staying there overnight, never normally at Kings Cross as i commute from East Ham to Canary Wharf.
    I can remember looking and deciding how i should get to work , I was waiting on the Victoria line platform just missed a train and im convinced it's the one that had the bomb....the station was then evacuated and as the developments unravelled it seemed like i had a lucky escape, sadly many others didnt.
    I then made my way on foot from Kings Cross to Canary Wharf the rest of the afternoon was just a blur , my company got me a taxi home....it's a day i want to try and forget, but not too soon......!!

  • Comment number 39.

    I was at work at Walthamstow Jobcentre. My manager was travelling to a meeting at Tavis House in Tavistock Square. He almsot walked into the exploding bus as he turned the corner and was stopped by police-he was lucky. He said it was just chance. He and others were told to turn back. I am not sure they knew then exactly what had happened. It was a worrying time for anyone who had loved ones working in town that day. I am so glad Londoners haven't let it stop them going about their day to day business - the only way to beat terrorists. I felt sorry for those Muslims who i worked with - it must be very difficult when those the public associate with such events are entirely innocent but are judged just the same. Thankfully most Britsh people are more tolerant than teh few extremists.

  • Comment number 40.

    I realised the Northern Line wasn't working but decided to go to the station anyway to pick up a Metro to read the Olympic coverage and then backtrack to the overland. Got to Waterloo to be told the tube was closed due to 'power surge' and started walking along the South Bank. Heard a woman coming from the opposite direction talking about a bomb and so I called my mother at once, whilst on the phone I heard the bus go. Everyone kind of stopped at the sound, wasn't sure if it was a car backfiring or what but it was far enough away that people carried on almost at once.

 

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