McG and Danny are in the car and Danny is talking about how dangerous the world is, like he’s only just realised this. He starts talking about how Grace will live her whole life under the threat of a terrorist attack, and will never know about getting on a plane without being groped and harassed for forty-five minutes. He asks McG “did you grow up like that? Because I didn’t grow up like that” and I want to smack Show in the face with an atlas because *I* grew up like that. I lived the first 25 years of my life under constant threat of a terrorist attack from the IRA. We’ve always had don’t-mess-with-us security and emergency evacuations due to suspect packages and ‘do not leave luggage unattended’ announcements everywhere. They never put the rubbish bins back in the train stations. And this was hardly a uniquely British experience. Just because it didn’t happen to America, Show, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen to anyone else. This is not the way ‘the world’ is now. ‘The world’ has been like this for some time. Here endeth the lesson.
Chin and Kono are at the magic table. Blah blah bomb blah blah. I’m cross now. They’ve found an address for someone the bomber called before he toasted himself, and go in with lots of v impressive weaponry. The occupant – who knows the game is up because he has a whole room that pretty much says ‘I’M GOING TO BLOW UP LOTS OF CHILDREN!’ – effectively commits suicide by pointing a gun at McG and Danny (yeah, that’ll do it). Inside the room are lots of maps and pictures with Arabic writing on them, which is, uhm, imaginative. So, let’s tally up how many people Show has pissed off so far:
1. People from New Jersey
We’re seventeen minutes in. Well done, Show.