{"id":397,"date":"2001-10-10T13:23:22","date_gmt":"2001-10-10T12:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=397"},"modified":"2005-10-13T13:23:31","modified_gmt":"2005-10-13T12:23:31","slug":"397","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/397\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday October 10th 2001<\/p>\n<p>My brother rings me and tells me of this rumour going around that the terrorists are &#8220;doing&#8221; London tomorrow. People being told &#8220;Don&#8217;t Be In London on Thursday 11th&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>I myself have to be in the City for a few minutes in order to catch the 9.30am Stansted Express from Liverpool Street, then a few hours at the plucky little Essex airport begging Ryan Air staff to let me carry my white suit on the plane with me. &#8220;No, it isn&#8217;t impregnated with anthrax&#8230; and I&#8217;m going to Sweden.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But if I do have to perish tomorrow, O Lord, please take the Stereophonics too. And anyone in Embrace. And Starsailor. And that band who were rehearsing next door to us last Sunday that were doing a 14-minute version of &#8220;Knocking On Heaven&#8217;s Door&#8221;. And anyone wearing a hilarious &#8220;Porn Star&#8221; t-shirt. And a few music journalists I could mention. I have a little list. No, I have a Very Long List.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve just had my hair cut, so they can say &#8220;At Least He Died With No Split Ends&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Oh well, there&#8217;s always reincarnation. If so, I hope reincarnation gives me a miss.<\/p>\n<p>So long, I love you, Keep On,<\/p>\n<p>Dickon x<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday October 10th 2001 My brother rings me and tells me of this rumour going around that the terrorists are &#8220;doing&#8221; London tomorrow. People being told &#8220;Don&#8217;t Be In London on Thursday 11th&#8221;. I myself have to be in the City for a few minutes in order to catch the 9.30am Stansted Express from Liverpool [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=397"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}