To the London black cab driver who found me bloodied in the chaos of central London and drove me all the way to Reading: thank you.
Thank you for cleaning my face. For the sugary tea at the BP garage. For delivering me safely to my friend's front door and refusing to charge me a single penny.
In the trauma of that day, I never asked your name. I don’t think I even thanked you properly, and I am so sorry for that. But I hope you know that I remember you every single year.
You were a hero when London needed one most.
#SevenSeven
#NeverForget
#LondonBombings
It's 9pm local time in London, everyone in the Royal Box has left the building, and the camera pans to the one person who stayed to watch the last match of the day...
Roger Federer, the winningest men's champion in Wimbledon history.
Cinema.
They left home as boys 8 decades ago to go out and save the world. Last night they sat at the WWII Memorial together and celebrated their country's 250th. Still heroic.