We survived the London bombs. All that happened was we had to walk most of the way to work and saw lots of fire engines, then we walked home.
We took some photos along the way, as Blog owners are required to do. These are the photos:

This was in the morning. It's some people standing in a bit of a daze watching the news channel through the window of a bank. We stood in a bit of a daze watching them. We're normally in quite a daze anyway, so imagine how much more of a daze we ended up in after realising the city was being bombed.

This is the afternoon. All the buses were taken out of service because of the risk of foreign-looking people with rucksacks, so Oxford Street -- normally a STINKING CESSPIT of bus fumes -- was actually pleasant to walk down for once.

At this point we pretended those people were all ZOMBIES and that the earth had come to an end and we were the only human survivor. This street is usually nose-to-tail with stinking buses. It'd be great if they pedestrianised the area, we thought. And got rid of all the zombies.

This is Regent Street. Normally you can't see the lovely old buildings because of all the stinking buses. London's ace when it's not full of bus fumes and bus engine noises.

This is a hot Asian chick we followed for a while. That fat lump on the left was with her. She could do so much better! She was probably thinking that she was annoyed about having to walk home, but was also no doubt looking on the bright side that at least her and her fat fuck of a boyfriend hadn't been hurt.

Then we saw a man with the STUPIDEST HAIRCUT we've ever seen! Just think, if 37 people hadn't died today, we wouldn't have got to laugh at this bald man's highlighted mullet. Look, he's combing both sides UPWARDS and OVER, pretending it's a style instead of him trying not to look so bald! What a CUNT!

Then we got to London Bridge. The trains were working a bit, but there was quite a few people. It was a wall of people. If we had a rucksack full of explosives, this would've been a great time to have set it off.

This photo came out awesome. It could be used as a stock photograph illustrating "busy commuters" in a glossy industry magazine! Our camera went a bit wrong and messed up the exposure. That's the sort of flukey genius that makes magic happen. We are SO going to be a photographer when and if we grow up.

Our feet were really hurting because we'd worn the trainers that look cool instead of the ones that feel comfortable. So we waited for a train, trying to impress people by looking like we were a photographer.

That man in the blue shirt is looking at us and thinking that we're a photographer. He probably thinks we work for a newspaper. Those girls are stressed. The security men are doing their "bemused" faces. We got a train in about half an hour and eat loads for dinner to make up for doing so much walking.
PHOTOS WE DIDN'T TAKE: We walked past St Paul's Cathedral and felt sad at how dirty it looks because of the car fumes. Taking a photo of it in such a state would've been rude.
Quite a few other fit asian girls.