Not to mention that it was only luck that every time they planted a bomb in London or anywhere over there, that they didn't blow up an Irish person, I was 2 streets away when a litter bin bomb went off around 1992, going to a play in the West end and I can still feel the noise in my head as I type this, and that was a small one.
Windows of my house shook when Canary Wharf went off and every Irish person in London knew that evening that we were all staying indoors that weekend.
My desk was blown to pieces in the Bishopsgate bomb and I had to go to work the following Monday to a recovery site and not one word of complaint was ever made to me by any of my colleagues. Indeed the only 2 times I got verbally abused in London, it was Londoners who stepped in and defended me and told the other person what to do with themselves. (and indeed on one occassion, flattened the abuser with a fine left to the ribs).
So thanks Gerry, may you rot in whatever hell you will end up in