In the million ways I am likely to die, crossing a road without looking is No.1 top of the list (being killed by my wife is close behind), being killed in a “terrorist” loser outrage is at around No.1 million. It remains the most unlikely way to die. So, keep things in proportion (I tell myself). The population of France is 66.03 million, and only ONE person chose to murder anyone on Bastille Day.
I would like to go to City2 to buy some more shoes for myself but they seem to think it is still high on the list of targets for “jihadis” planning their next pathetic “outrage”; it would be just my luck to get killed nipping in for a pair of shoes. A grey day but seeming to be brightening, unfortunately. I hope it darkens again and starts pelting down.
One large Stella (free) in the hotel, three large Jupilers here in L’Orient Express. Don’t think I can take too much more (after two pints in London before getting on the train). Amazing how with a little bit of beer inside you, you suddenly cease to worry about “terrorism”.
It seems inevitable that the Islamic terrorists ARE sooner or later going to do something truly huge and horrific, like detonating a dirty bomb or nuclear bomb in some city centre. Brussels or Vienna or Berlin or London or Paris. Just makes me think I must travel more now, it is now or never. These might be my last chances to travel to my favourite places.
The Belgian and French police seem to have shot and rounded up a good few jihadis in the last 24 hours; maybe Brussels WILL start to become a bit safer again. If they can really step up to the plate now.