[I started to write something about the bombings in London this morning. Writing about how I felt about it seemed a bit trite, a bit selfish, a bit hollow. Instead, this is what I have to say.]
Remember me? I know we haven't been in touch for a long time. I heard that you're going through a tough time right now. Well, even though we've lost touch over the years, I'm hear to tell you that I'm thinking about you.
Also know that I've got your back. Not just me... actually, we've all got your back. Whatever you need, we'll all be there for you.
These amateurs who did this to you today? Fuck 'em. They're fucking pussies. They might catch you off balance with a sucker punch, but there's no way they're going to knock you out. They wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight.
Don't forget, you're one tough cookie. You survived the Nazi Blitz. You survived the IRA. These punks today are a fucking joke.
Again, let us know what you need. We've got your back.