Just checking in three days after the bombings. I rarely travel into central London, but did so on Thursday, at that time. On a ThamesLink train passing through KX. A major day of anxiety, fear, answering frantic texts as to my whereabouts and a difficult journey home. But at least I got home.

So I read the Mudcat. We've got the usual American (I assume) fundamentalists attacking Islam and calling all their critics douchebags, etc. We've got the usual fascists quoting Herr Nick Griffin, as opportunist as ever. We've got lengthy quotes from stupid Noel Coward songs, well-meaning but patronising.

People are still unaccounted for, unknown bodies are beginning to rot in the subway tunnels, people are still pretty much in shock. Monday will be an awful day for commuters. People will travel as usual, and resume work, not because they're plucky or defiant or standing up to the terrorists, but because they have little choice in the matter. If you don't go to work, you don't get paid. We're just the foot soldiers in other people's wars.

We don't know who planted the bombs, it could be any one of the various rival Islamic sects, it could be a mad fascist (remember the Soho bombings, BNP apologists?), who knows.

All I will say is: a terrorist is a person who has a bomb, but does not have an airforce.