This may be the first bulletin to reach the outside world since the Great Tornado hit London yesterday. If so, then please tell whatever’s left of the government that we have food supplies but no-one knows how long they’ll last. I heard the first reports of looting last night, but armed gangs of vigilantes have been formed in response. Nobody knows who’s in charge of the city, but there seems to be a uneasy order at the moment while everyone comes to terms with the damage and what’s happened. We still have water, although it’ll surely become contaminated before long.
The city looks unrecognisable – it’s been almost completely destroyed by the tornado. The scenes are apocalyptic, it’s like a film. There’s debris and rubble everywhere, and a cloud of dust still hangs over the skyline barely letting any light through so we’re living in a kind of permanent twilight.
There’s an eerie silence – no aircraft or traffic noise, just a big cloak of quiet. Things are calm here at the moment, but if you ask me, it’s only a matter of time before anarchy takes hold.
Luckily I’ve managed to get a seat of one of the few planes leaving tomorrow. Only people with journeys of great national importance are considered for these flights, and the talk I’m giving in Guernsey on Monday about the shipping forecast book obviously falls into that category. I will be back though. This is my city and it needs me.
We Londoners are a tough bunch, and there’s already talk of rebuilding. People I’ve spoken to have vowed that the London Marathon, that beacon of London pride, will go ahead in April; a symbolic thumbing of the nose at Mother Nature. My mate and fellow author Mick Collins is running for Breakthrough Breast Cancer and you can sponsor him via the Just Giving site here. Look at his picture. If anything symbolises the steely determination of Londoners to bounce back from this devastation, then it’s Mick’s countenance in that photograph. It’s a rallying call to London. In fact I’m backing Mick to be the man who leads us out of this disaster and into a glorious future. He will, I predict, go down in history as the Tornado Churchill.