don’t touch my london, you coward!

I have two emotions right now. I want to run to London, wrap my arms around it and love the living day lights out of it.

And then, I want to strangle these stupid, cowardly people who are trying, but failing, to increase our worry and hurt my London. My London won’t be rocked. My London will fight back. My London will kick your terrorist a$$, because my London is British and tough. And even though it’s got the softest heart of any city I’ve known, it’s got the toughest skin. So, pa to you, you stupid fools. And sod you!

Oh London, my London, you’re like my heart and I love you.