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7/7 remembered

07 Tuesday Jul 2015

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Aldgate High Street outside my old office; December 2014

10 years ago today I was working in the office next door to Aldgate tube station, when one of four suicide bombers targeting rush hour commuters in London detonated a bomb on a Circle line train travelling between Liverpool St and Aldgate. 7 people were killed by this bomb; 52 were killed in total that morning. I thought I’d try to write down what I can remember of the day, before the details fade away.

I was commuting into Cannon St station at the time, then usually going down to the tube to get a District or Circle line train – getting off at Aldgate on the rare occasions that the latter turned up, but that morning, like most, walking from Tower Hill and collecting my breakfast on the way.

I’m pretty sure I was in the office lift when the bomb went off; I didn’t hear it but other people on the 1st floor did. Our desks looked out into Aldgate tube, but no one saw anything obviously amiss. The office was quiet; it was reasonably early and delays on the Northern line were affecting a lot of my colleagues. A few minutes after I arrived, a colleague walked in and said that ‘something was going on’ and that there were emergency services outside the Tube. A couple of minutes after that the fire bell was ringing and we decided to evacuate. Outside the office was a sort of calm chaos: the traffic jammed up except for what seemed like an unbelievable number of emergency vehicles of all varieties, all with sirens wailing.

We couldn’t get to the official mustering point outside the tube entrance so turned left and climbed over the horrible pedestrian barriers, and crossed Middlesex St – the divide between EC3 and E1; the City and the East End – and wound through the traffic, headed for Brick Lane in lieu of any better idea. There were probably 7 or 8 of us at this point, most of us having worked together for a few years.

We had breakfast in a cafe off a mostly deserted Truman’s Yard (this was a couple of years before Shoreditch really consumed Brick Lane), and still had little idea what was going on, or what we should do. Our phones stopped working around this time though most of us had managed to let people know that we’d been evacuated from our office.

At this point the chronology becomes a little hazy. In some order we made our way to another of our company’s offices off Gt. Eastern Street to make contact with other colleagues; this involved walking up a road lined with buses taken out of services. By this point we’d heard rumours of a bomb on a bus, and it was becoming obvious that something significant had happened; this walk by the parked buses was probably the most frightening part of the day. Once at the office it became clear there was no point hanging around, but we weren’t sure where to go next. Public transport had been taken out of service, and our group lived mostly in different parts of town. There seemed some sense in sticking together.

At some point we went to the ropey pub on Commercial St facing Petticoat Lane (its old name escapes me, but it’s recently re-opened as the much fancier Culpeper) to see if we could find out what was happening from their pub TV. After a while of not learning much – beyond the fact that there had been bombs on the tube and a bus, and the electrical overload explanation had been discounted – we decided that if we were going to have to walk home, we’d better get something to eat first, so went back round to Brick Lane and found a quiet curry house. One of the staff claimed to have seen bodies being carried out of a tube station, but something about his story didn’t quite ring true; like the kid in the playground who’s too eager to please with an exaggerated tale.

From there we couldn’t quite bring ourselves to set off home – there were three or four of us at this point heading for SE London – so we went to The Archer pub on Brick Lane in search of rolling TV news and, let’s be frank, beer.

The pub was busy and welcoming and we sat in the window trying, like everyone else, to work out what was going. Early reports of an electrical explosion had been demolished, but it was still unclear how many bombs there had been, and who may have been responsible for them.

At this point in the day (2pm maybe?) something remarkable happened. Office workers were starting to pour through the streets around Brick Lane, evidently having been evacuated from their offices and unable to go back into the City; most look worried, many looked lost. We began to notice people in high vis tabards approaching the lost – maybe 7 or 8 of them –  worn, it turned out, by Scientologists seeking to ‘help and comfort’ the displaced commuters. After a few minutes of this unsettling sight a mixture of locals from all backgrounds combined to tell the Scientologists to “f*ck off out of Brick Lane”, which they duly did. An incredible moment, but one that’s lingered in the brain for a long time: how did the Scientologists get organised so quickly? Are they always there in the background waiting for these kind of incidents?

After a couple of pints (maybe more…) we decided to start walking back to Greenwich, setting off via Cable St; I remember trying to explain the Battle of Cable Street mural to colleagues who’d never seen it before. Not long afterwards the DLR came back into service, so we got on and made our way to Cutty Sark, cautious, hyped up a bit, grateful for public transport. In Greenwich we made for the Spanish Galleon pub and met more friends. By now the sun was out, and it was the sort of day that in other circumstances would have been rounded off at a pub along the riverside. A couple of pints later some of us set off to a friend’s house in Charlton; he’d been working from home and generously offered to make us dinner. Arriving at his house, the beer and shock combined to an odd state of near-euphoria. Once his next door neighbour, a Nelson-obsessive (there’s a lot of that about in Greenwich amongst a category of men of a certain age) started pondering “what would Nelson do to counter this new terrorist threat?”, everything became a bit hazy.

It seems a lifetime ago, and a different world – the lack of real-time mobile social media updates alone enough to make it hard to explain in 2015. We couldn’t get back in the office for a few days afterwards, but after a few days things got back to mostly-normal in a speed that – looking back – seems incredible.

And here, I suppose, should go some conclusions: what I learnt from the experience. But I’m not really sure that I did learn anything clear and concise, apart from the obvious – suicide bombers are bad, people will work together to help each out in strange situations, things aren’t necessarily as frightening when they’re going on as when you look back in hindsight, and so on. We were a lot closer to it than obviously we’d have liked, but I still can’t begin to imagine the trauma of those who were actually on the tube trains or in Tavistock Square when the bombs went off.

‘No Poor Doors’; demo in Aldgate East, November 2014

13 Thursday Nov 2014

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Alberts, Whitechapel High Street

01 Thursday Aug 2013

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Aldgate, london, shop, Spitalfields, waistcoat, Whitechapel

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Shot this morning, on my way to work. One of the many clothes shops around Whitechapel that endure, despite apparently never having any customers. Someone must want that waistcoat, surely?

From The Archive Friday: Tubby Isaac’s

14 Friday Jun 2013

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Tubby Isaac’s, originally uploaded by neilclasper.

Closing today, according to Spitalfields Life. For the last ten plus years I’ve walked past Tubby Isaac’s jellied eel stall at lunchtimes, on my to and from work, and been able to see it from the windows of my office for much of that time too. I’ll miss it; that faded, squat icon of the East End and the Aldgate gyratory system.
What I’ve not done much of during those ten plus years, though, is buy jellied eels, so I feel I can’t grumble too much at its passing.

Aldgate in the sun

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

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A break in the most tedious winter I can remember.

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Pilgrim’s Progress, Aldgate

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Pligrim’s Progress, Aldgate, originally uploaded by neilclasper.

This appeared in Aldgate shortly before the Olympics, but it’s proved remarkably difficult to photograph satisfactorily; too much stuff in the way: pedestrians, cars, buses, lorries, roadworks, temporary traffic lights, street furniture, and so on. Yesterday the streets were quiet and the sun emerged for a short while just as I left work.

More photography from Aldgate and around here.

Towards the light…

19 Saturday Jan 2013

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…of the Aldgate roundabout.

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This corner of London has been much improved for pedestrians in recent years; railings removed, pedestrian crossings installed, and generally made less complex to navigate by the fact that you can go in most directions at ground level. But not quite every direction.

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