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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

All good things must come to an end. All bad things, too, must come to an end. The point I’m making here is that things come to an end. All things. And so it was that the summer school came to an end and having dropped out of society I was being dropped right back in to it with a great big bang.

Sitting in the back of the taxi that was whisking me to the train station the driver was listening to Radio 4. The news was on out of schedule, and that’s almost never because something jolly’s happened. I already knew about the attempted bombings the day before, so I imagined that was what they were still discussing. Perhaps some arrests had been made. Perhaps they’d decided it was a sick hoax. Perhaps all was well in the world? I blocked out the sound of the radio and stared out the window at the one glimpse of Nottingham I was going to get all week.

We passed the giant offices of the regional newspaper. Outside the offices, the headline of the evening edition was gladly roaring to all who would listen the damning evidence that all was decidedly not well in the world. “BOMBER SHOT DEAD ON TUBE” does not make for a happy Shazzle. Real life came crashing around my ears a little too quickly.

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