Keeping Alert

Last night I met my beautiful neighbour Natalie at Charing Cross train station. She was a little late but we still made our train.

Natalie: "I was walking through Piccadilly Circus a minute ago and there was a piece of lugguge just sitting there beside an entrance to the tube, all on it's own! and everyone was walking past it, just ignoring it! It wasn't scruffy like the kind homeless people have and there was no one near it and I just couldn't believe that everyone was ignoring it. I called the Terrorist Hotline to report it."

Me: "You have the terrorist hotline programmed into your mobile? So do I!"

Natalie: "Of course I do, I wouldn't want to go through 999."

We attended the 30th birthday party of Jenny, who had wisely chosen a hot sunny evening to have her party on the roof of a house in Greenwich, looking out at the flag bestrewn masts of the Cutty Sark, the Royal Naval College domes, the park grounds and flower beds of Greenwich, the incredible London sky line and the gray military plane that circled Canary Wharf all night.

Programme this into your mobile right now. I've called them a few times. You get a sharp, intelligent person who doesn't have any sneerey "tone" and I'm sure 99% of calls are false alarms.

Terrorist Line - 0800 789321