Anyone remember a short story by H G Wells (The Phial??) about an anarchist (the Victorian equivalent of today's terrorists) who steals what he believes to be a phial (vial, if you prefer) containing a deadkly bacterium and goes out to infect the city? And two or three guys, also anarchists, went to prison about a hundred years ago for making bombs in my home town, Walsall. Seems like there have always been extremists whose ends justify any means. Only the possible scale has got worse ...

Steve