On July 7th 2005 I was in London. I was there to attend a meeting at the UNISON HQ building, which is at the corner of Euston Rd and Mabledon Place, about 400 metres from King’s Cross Station, and just a few streets away from both Tavistock Square and Russell Square. Unusually for me I’d taken the decision to travel down the night before and stay over at the Novotel, which is directly opposite UNISON HQ on Euston Rd: a random decision, but one for which I’ll always be grateful.
Anyway, these are just some snatches of my memories of that day, and of the days and weeks that followed.
I can remember:
Coming out of the hotel with a colleague at about 9.45am, and it suddenly registering that apart from emergency vehicles, there was none of the normal traffic on Euston Rd.
Glancing down towards King’s Cross, taking in all the flashing lights and sirens outside the station. Wondering why? What’s happened?
Crossing the road, and then stopping halfway to ask a police officer what was going on.
Him muttering something about a power surge in the underground system, but then as we were still standing with him, a noise in the near distance. A bang? A thud? What was it?
Another police officer suddenly sprinting past us, shouting “Shit! Another one’s gone off!”
Standing there, in the middle of Euston Rd, wanting to shout back “What? Another what’s gone off?” but being too scared to.
Looking back at the officer we’d been talking to, and realising he’d been lying to us. Him asking us “Where are you going?” Me, pointing at the UNISON building, and then him “You’d better get inside then.”
I can remember:
Other women arriving for the meeting. Lots of talking, speculating, about what was going on in the streets outside.
Someone starting the meeting, but then an interruption. Someone telling us that everyone in the building would be assembling in the conference room soon, the General Secretary was coming to talk to us all.
The room filling up. More talking, more speculation. And then Dave Prentis was there.
Hearing him say that there’d been bombs. There’d been bombs on the underground. And a bus blown up. Just round the corner.
Thinking. That noise. That bang. When we were crossing the road. What was it?
People asking – has everyone you were expecting turned up today? Is anyone missing? Then people taking phone numbers, wanting our details. “Do not leave the building” they said. It was an instruction from the police they said. We were in the exclusion zone, the area had been completely sealed off, but we weren’t being evacuated for now, we had to stay put.
The room emptying again.
And then people complaining. Wanting us to get on with the meeting. “We’re all here” they said “we may as well just carry on with it.”
Thinking no. We can’t do this. Not now. Not today.
The meeting being abandoned. Women sitting around instead on desks and chairs, talking, reassuring each other. Then some of them leaving. Ignoring the instruction to stay put. Heading back to airports. “We’ll take the chance” they said.
And me. Too scared to go anywhere for a while. I’m not leaving. Not yet. Not until I’m told it’s safe.
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