The 7th of July has always been a special day in the year for me, as it's my sister's birthday. She had the honour of being born in 1970, so was 7 on 7/7/77. The local paper did a splash on it.
Now, sadly, it's day that will be remembered for when a bunch of nutters blew up themselves, and 50 or more other people, in London. Pause to think about the victims today and all of those who are caught up in this horrific conflict between Islamism and the modern world.
And also take a look at this website, here, dedicated to John Smeaton, the bloke from Glasgow airport who had a pop at the would be bombers. Picked on the wrong airport, didn't they?