In today's Guardian:
Laura Barton on London's buses
A letter to the terrorists, from Hassan, a young Muslim born and raised in York
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A quintessentially summer-time thing on my walks between home and the Tube station is the swooping and darting swallows with their characteristic but hard to describe noise - it's not a song, it's shrill but pleasant, it's not quite a twitter. And the phenomenon of emerging from the subterranean depths (I travel on one of the deeper lines) to this reminded me of the war-poem by Isaac Rosenberg (an East End lad), 'Returning, we hear the larks':
Death could drop from the dark
As easily as song -
But song only dropped
and I recall that I have not heard any buskers lately in the stations where they usually play.
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And in other news, on Monday Woman's Hour (BBC Radio 4) is doing a special programme for the 75th anniversary of the founding of the Family Planning Association, to which I shall be contributing my (live) tuppence-worth.

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There was a busker at Euston this morning, and I realised it was the first one I've seen since last week.
Have I mentioned lately that the Internet radio is the best gift I've ever given The Husband?