The Guardian reports:

A massive unexploded second world war-bomb began to tick as experts worked to defuse it, police said today.

The 1,000kg-device (2,200lb) was found in a river at Sugar House Lane, near Bromley-by-Bow tube station, in east London, on Monday.

Army disposal experts from the Royal Engineers were brought in to make the half-century-old weapon safe. Police said that at one point during the operation the bomb began to tick, but stopped again when it was doused with liquid.

A 200m exclusion zone has been put up around the scene, causing some delays to travellers in the area and forcing businesses to be evacuated.

Speaking at the scene today, Commander Simon O’Brien said the bomb had also leaked unknown substances.

He said: “This is the largest world war two bomb to be discovered in the past three decades.

“It measures approximately the size and length of a man, and weighs around 1,000kg.

“Royal engineers and partner agencies have been incredibly heroic and have worked extremely hard to defuse the bomb.

“We are all working to resolve this issue with minimum disruption to Londoners as soon as possible.”

Police said cordons would remain in place until tomorrow, as work on the bomb continues.

Transport for London said the District and Hammersmith & City tube lines would be suspended at Bromley-by-Bow from 9.30pm tonight until 10am tomorrow.

The train operator C2C said there will be no services from Fenchurch Street after 8.50pm tonight and limited services in the morning.

That trial didn’t do much to help the police’s reputation, with last ditch attempts to smear the murdered man’s name with evidence such that he may or may not have been an illegal immigrant, or that he could have taken cocaine some time in the final few months of his life. They even doctored photographs of de Menezes and Hussain Osman, the failed suicide bomber who the police were supposed to be tailing (and, presumably, killing) in the first place, so they appeared to resemble each other. He could have been a junkie with ten fake passports for all I care; does that entitle the police to have shot him at point blank range?

We were in Malta when the shooting happened. The first we heard of it was when I got a text message from a friend asking were we all right. We thought he had somehow found out what had happened to us earlier that day; four of us had been involved in quite a nasty road collision, with our car being struck from behind at high speed, and us being carted off in an ambulance. It was only on receiving the text did we begin to find out what was going on at home that day.

At first it was all over the news that the police had thwarted a suicide bombing, by shooting the bomber. Thank God, said everyone. Then it came out that maybe he wasn’t a bomber but he had run from police and they thought he was one. He shouldn’t have run, said we shaking our heads. And then it turned out he hadn’t run, hadn’t known he was being followed and it could quite easily have been one of us getting shot that day. It’s bad enough having people blowing the place up, but now we have to worry about the police too?

Two weeks earlier, on the morning of what are generally called the 7/7 bombings, I was at work at my office in Westminster. Very soon after the first explosion went off we were hearing that there had been some power surges on the tube. Nobody believed that, and soon news began to come in of more power surges causing explosions.

As the penny slowly dropped I got a bit frantic, Herself was due to pass through the very epicentre of one of these explosions. It turned out that she had been kicked off her bus at Vauxhall bus station, the driver claiming that he didn’t know the way any further, so they had to get off his bus. It transpired later that the driver very probably feared there was a bomb on the bus, as this scene was repeated all over London. The public transport system quickly ground to a halt. After some hurried phone calls (including one with me stupidly letting slip to Herself that I thought it was a bombing – my boss frantically gesturing beside me not to panic my girlfriend), it was soon agreed that she would head straight home any way she could, and my manager let me hop on my bike and do the same.

The bike journey home itself was surreal, with me having to stop every few metres to take yet another phone call from someone checking to see if Myself and Herself were safe. As soon as I got home I began to make the same kind of phone calls myself.

When the city you live in is under attack (and let’s not feel sorry for ourselves here and forget that this is happening every single day for many, many people all over the world) you start to look at it differently. London is no stranger to regular violent explosions. The city dealt with IRA bombings from the 1970s right up until the late 1990s, and there still seems to be some kind of collective memory of the Blitz (the intense bombing of London during WWII), with evidence of the bombardment all over London to this day.

It might sound clichéd, but there was a sense during the days after the 7/7 attacks of some shard of the spirit of the Blitz, with rumours of random acts of kindness between strangers all over the city doing the rounds. People actually spoke to each other on the street, striking up conversations about the events themselves or simply asking for help to find the best route from A to B while swathes of the transport system were shut down. I even got to meet a few of my neighbours, an unheard of thing in London.

There were several bombings that morning, with many dead and many more maimed and injured, and over the following days and weeks people got to grips with getting the place up and running again and generally back to normal.

Things will never be the same again (two years on and the tannoy announcements on the tube, reminding us to watch our bags, still refer to us living in “a time of heightened security”) but we should be living in a city where seeing a police officer getting on a train makes you feel more, rather than less, at ease.

Jean Charles de Menezes was an ordinary person, a Londoner, one of us. He could have been anyone’s son, brother, father, partner. Had someone else who lived in his apartment building been unlucky enough to leave and be “identified” by the police before Jean Charles then it would have been that person who we would be talking about. If you live in London, he could have been you.

It is understandable for people, even police officers, to get edgy in the circumstances I’m talking about, but all of this could have been prevented if the police, at all levels, had simply been better trained. And I’m not talking in limp, flippant terms either – Jean Charles died first and foremost because the man who was supposed to identify Hussain Osman leaving the building was in fact busy going for a piss.

There are better, more intelligent, ways to prevent violent attacks, let’s hope the police learn some lessons from all of this, as unfortunately there is no plan B for the policing of our city.

Nothing to panic about then.

For him, for her, for you. But not for dogs, apparently. City shopping scales new heights, with this delightful establishment spotted on Walthamstow high street, in east London. This is across the road from a place called “Style Overdose”, of all things.

I’ve posted some (blurred as usual) pictures of some vintage computer gaming equipment taken while on a recent visit to London’s Science Museum for the excellent Game On exhibition of the history, technology and culture of computer games.

If you’re into old computer gear (and hey, who isn’t?) it’s worth a visit if you get a chance.

So they tried to bomb us again. Even worse – they are us! Have no fear though. Days before we decided to try to bomb us again UK Home Secretary, John “Resin” Reid announced the Government’s latest cunning plan to thwart those who wish to curtail our freedoms. The Government is going to make us give up our freedoms first. That’ll show ‘em!

It doesn’t stop there though, because you know those useless terror levels that the Americans have had since the World Trade Centre attacks, the ones that everybody has taken the complete piss out of the world over? (For example: “Better bring an umbrella today, the threat level is ‘Amber’. Honey, have you seen my amber sweater?”). Well now we have them in the UK too, oh happy day.

To stress the point, they (not that they, the other they) have placed the threat level at critical, which is one worse than severe, dontchaknow. This means we are to feel afraid (but not terrorised, that means they’d win) and are to be vigilant at all times. Once the level goes down, I guess we’re expected to return to being happy go lucky and ignoring all those abandoned bags on the tube.

A knock on effect of this has been that America has raised it’s level too, as the systems are in sync and… only they haven’t; they have raised the level to “Red” only for ‘planes arriving in the United States from the UK. Some alert that, they’re not just doing it to humour us then.

Of course you’d imagine that Tony Bliar would have his face plastered everywhere talking about defending our freedoms and that, only he’s not; the blighter got out of here just in time and is on a beach in the Caribbean. Lucky for him, I’d follow him, but I can’t get on a plane unless I’m naked and have no luggage. Anyway, you know what, he’s gone and left John “Two Shags” Prescott in charge. And they say the man doesn’t have a sense of humour, who’d have known?

I’d have stuck a We Are Not Afraid image on the site, but then I would have felt like a total knob.

Ladies and gentlemen, your problem has been solved! A British conceptual artist has designed a suit for these very situations. I’ll be off to place an order right now.

This can be “FND” on the wall of a local church in Leytonstone. At the bottom of the poster there is the cryptic suggestion that it is possible to chat with God, via text messaging and at no connection charge. Well, who knew.

For sale in walthamstow! I wouldn’t be seen dead in it.