Each and every time I’ve gone on vacation to England, something interesting happens BEFORE I arrive, or AFTER I leave.
2005 — London suicide bombings, one month before I arrive…
2006 — Attempted plane bombings using liquids, causing airport chaos, one week after I leave…
And now…?
2007 — Car bombings prevented in Picadilly Square, and flaming jeeps ramming into Glasgow Airport
You think fate is trying to tell me something?
If it’s what I think it’s trying to tell me…TOUGH! I love England, I adore England, and nothing short of nuclear destruction is going to prevent me travelling there…this year, and in many years to come. The incompetent shenannigans of mentally-defective-death-worshipping-Al-Qaeda-wannabes are NOT going to prevent me from seeing my precious London once again, or from visiting Oxford, Stratford, Stonehenge, and the Roman Baths in…umm…Bath.
Dammit, I even get to travel on British Airways this year, instead of Air Transat…it may not be the Concorde, but no terrorist attack is going to stop me flying with them at least once in my life!
Bugger, I really am a brand name slut. 
