I was doing a gig that morning
singing at the memorial service for the man who founded Amnesty International. I was going straight to Stanstead after to go to Ireland for a wedding. As I had a bit of time before the gig, I decided to walk in instead of getting the tube. Walking through Waterloo, it was very crowded as people weren't allowed on the tube, and I heard someone saying something about a fire on the underground. I called my mother to let her know that if she hears anything then not to panic, as I'm not on the tube (she panics easily about stuff like that). Then I found out that my father was meant to be getting on the tube at King's Cross around that time - he'd missed his train though, so hadn't made it to London yet!
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 19 Aug 2010, 16:31, Reply)