I woke up in London around 3am to complete deadness - no light anywhere so it was really dark. Howling wind, power was out as was phone. My little battery radio was only picking up static.
For a moment I honestly thought they'd dropped the bomb.
The number of times people have laughed at me for that. Which is OK - it means they clearly weren't there.
After a few minutes of spinning the radio dial, I got Radio Essex. A few minutes of that and I rather wished they had dropped the bomb. Imagine Smashy and Nicey keeping your spirits up as the catalogue of destruction was read out.
Uni had a massive 10m x 3m glass front to the refectory. That was blown out and thank god it was the dead of night.
Saw rust on the tube lines for the first time ever ....