A few years ago after I’d come back from my year abroad in London I had the itch to move to a big city like New York. I mentioned this to my parents and my mother replied ‘why don’t you move somewhere that they’re not trying to blow up.’ I thought fair point, I’ll go back to London. But noooooo, they won’t leave this city alone now either. Two years ago we had the Tube bombings and now today we have a defeated car bomb (thank God). It’s just ridiculous. My husband and I have plans to go to Covent Garden in central London tomorrow night with friends. Now we are having to possibly think twice about going out and having fun in London’s west end. Fan-freaking-tastic. Thank you terrorists, thank you so much for trying to ruin a lovely city and our regular lives. May you get boils on your bottoms.
“May you get boils on your bottoms.”
Possibly the best curse ever.