This was Piccadilly Circus at 6.15pm on Friday night:
Deserted. Looks like something out of 28 Days Later, doesn’t it?
This is the view down the Haymarket:
Tiger Tiger, the bar the car bomb was placed in front of, is just behind the lamp post. I really like Tiger Tiger. I love the Haymarket. I can’t believe anybody would want to blow up two cars and kill possibly hundreds of innocent people. Bastards.
And this one speaks for itself:
London’s full of policemen and police tape right now. But, as ever, us Londoners go on with our lives: I went to a screening of Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix just after I took these pictures in a cinema barely 100ft away. What else can you do?
On the way home afterwards I stopped to watch a film crew in Leicester Square. “This is very centre of London’s nightlife,” said the reporter, indicating the dozens of people standing around and watching him talk to the camera. “Last night, even at 1.30am, it would have been packed with potential victims.”
A moment later a policeman wandered up and asked loudly, “Have you got a permit to film here, sir?” I can only hope it wasn’t a live broadcast.
Oh, and a friend of mine was actually in the Haymarket at precisely 1.30am the night the cars were discovered. “It’s funny,” he said the next day, “all I could think when I found out about the bombs was that a Burger King would have been a really shitty last meal…”