This Bomb was right outside a club I frequent Tiger Tiger, in Piccadilly.
The threat of terror has returned to London after a car bomb was found in the heart of the capital.
Bomb squad officers defused the "potentially viable" device after police investigated reports of a suspicious vehicle in the early hours.
One police source said the bomb posed a real and substantial threat to the surrounding area, just yards from Piccadilly Circus, adding: "The indications that we have got so far are that it was certainly a big device."
Prime Minister Gordon Brown said the incident was a reminder that Britain faced "a serious and continuous threat'' and the public "needed to be alert'' at all times.
A witness reported seeing gas canisters being removed from the car, believed to be a silver Mercedes.
A massive police cordon was thrown around The Haymarket in the heart of the capital's West End.
Dozens of forensic officers are poring over the crime scene, which was covered by a blue plastic police tent.
Scotland Yard said detectives from Counter Terrorism Command were investigating the potential bomb plot.
One witness told Sky News that door staff at the nightclub Tiger, Tiger alerted police after the car was driven into bins on Thursday night and the driver ran off. The witness said the large silver saloon car was being driven "erratically" before the crash.
Rush-hour commuters faced disruption as nearby Piccadilly Underground station was closed.
Full Moon come shine on me, this darken, still night.
Come shine with your never ending pearlescent, blue light.
Send me your energies through soft kisses in your shine.
embrace me with your courage, your faith, you're mine.
You have seen all that has gone by with Mother Earth
You have seen it ALL, been there since the Birth.
You are perhaps worshipped more than Any God.
I believe in what I see.
I would rather One lifetime to see you, than to spend all the ages of life, without you.
You gave me strength when I gazed at you through wretched, stinging eyes, swollen with the Pain weeping out, colours on my skin, sickness in my gut, despair in my mind, fear in my heart.
You gave me the Lucidity to believe that what I was receiving was not Love,
on the earthly Plains, and that I should cast my hands out to those that treated me with Love.
We shared Many nights together, peacefully still, anointing me with your illuminous shroud of effervescence.
Your Fullness in the dark sky is Nigh,
I can't wait to see you shining up so high.
You'll be there on the day of my death, You'll be there with my dying Breath,
You are constant, you are Faithful, you are Dark, you are Love.
Sister Moon, Shine on me
Found out....
They are making a Monopoly Game of the Town I was brought up in!!
The Pub I lived, partied, worked and got spooked at, is top notch for the highest priced place on the Board!!
My First ever Paranormal Experience was in this Pub.. It was Famous for housing the Zsar Of Russia on his Trip to London, He'd stay a this establishment for a 'rest' on the way to London, From Brighton. - Something walked right between myself and a friend, when we were conversing.. We BOTH felt it.
Oliver Cromwell, also stayed here and wrote the Christmas Carol "Good King Wenslas, whilst looking out of the Window at the room to the rear of this place.
There are secret Tunnels beneath this pub.
and a well, that was covered up.
It is 500 years old.. and steeped with the echos of the Past.
Anne of Cleaves was Burnt at the Stake, right out side this building *shudder*
Lies ARE made to be discovered!!
Especially when they are not fessed up, in the first place... Quintessentially, if lies are OF lying.. YES, A twisty Mess..
Hurts to know that I wasn't the only one caught up in somone elses chaos.
I loathe that fact that it seems, people who care, get hurt; sucked Dry and taken advantage of.
But why should I become a hard-nosed bitter person. Sure, I'd not get hurt again..... BUT, You see the Bitter, hard-nosed out there and they have no life.. they never talk about what hurts them, never Take risks.... They keep it ALL inside, to me, that is Insidious... I went 18 months not telling a soul about my pains.. It was destroying me, so, after time, I got the courage to Keep my shame at the back burner, I was able to talk to friends & family..
I like being who I am... The feedback is rewarding. I ENJOY helping people.
I told someone my deepest secrets, I trusted them, I gave them my heart, Placed it right in their hands.. They ripped it to shreds by turning on me, and using my secrets as a weapon against me.
I told them, because I wanted them to be comfortable to talk about their pains, and reassure them, they are not alone, that it was okay to trust me, because I was giving them, my trust.
If someone gives me their secrets, I treat them with the sensitivity OF a secrets...
I am still running around, Picking up all the little pieces of my heart.
One thing is for CERTAIN.. I'll NEVER forgive a liar, I'll not even UNDERSTAND their REASONS, Because bottom line, IF someone LIES to you, they think you're not worthy of the truth. Lies are deception, Lies are negative. And one day, they will bite you on the arse VERY hard.
For SOME, it ALREADY has...
It isn't the Destination, it is the journey of life, that matters.
And life, is a journey, not a destination.
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I had another Panic attack 2 days ago, came on from nowhere, been mulling a lot of my past through in my mind, and wishing I had more confidence in people and myself again. I get a lot of echoes of the past, SHOUTING at me in images.. virtually re-living the moments.
SO who knows what sparked it.
I have no clue, exactly.
This is now, 3 in 4 years.
ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their
conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you
want.
FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye. & NEVER text it
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't
have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only
way to live life completely.
TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile
and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great
risk..
FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others;
and responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a greatfriendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to
correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up thephone. The caller will hear it in your
voice.
TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.
It was almost time to leave, yet again.. He had a bunch of Texts from the alleged EX.. Since he wasn't answerin her calls! Hmmm.. I judge by actions, and if someone acts odd, i!ll look in to it. So, i asked why he was ignoring her calls.. "because you fucking well look i to it and don't allow me to be me" really? So you decide to act odd instead of treating a friend, like a friend..? Sorry mate, don't buy that EXCUSE, ESPECIALLY since she told me when u guys split up, and you were 2 timing us for 8 months. You didn't prove yr innocence so i believe what she said, she hit the date bang on.
I was having a go coz i was fed up with the petty-mind games.. I said " if you have to treat yr friends like that, then i don't want any part of me being involved with you there must be more between u if u keep on ignoring her when she calls u,whilst yr with me" so, he pushed me.. " come on i am going to be late" he says. I wanted to sort this out and have comfort back.. He pushes me again.. And again.. And again.. Towards the bedroom door.. I said stop pushing me. He pushed me again.. Out the bedroom door.. Towards the top of the stairs.. Another push.. STOP PUSHING ME, i say.. Then, another push with that 'i am above you' look on his face. I kick him in the nuts to stop him as i was gettin to the top of the stairs.. Instead of collapse, like a normal guy would.. He lunged at me.. Like a rugby tackle.. In to the bathroom which was opposite the stairs up against the wall.. Smashing my legs against the radiator. He whispered some vulgarities which includede "no cunt gets away with that" then he shoved my face Up against the toilet bowl and pushed me to the ground so that my face wiped down the side of the bowl. I screamed as my body bent in the tiny space and sore legs. He let go i opened my body sat up and cried.. Not again, i thought. Next day a friend came over.. "what the hell has happened to your legs?" oh i fell down the stairs i said. " bull shit, it was HIM wasn't it? They then took photos.
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