This time two years ago was a strange, strange night. First I heard the news coming in of the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting. I can’t remember the name of the shooter, it’s on Wikipedia but I forgot it the minute I clicked out, which is good.
I couldn’t stick around because we had prebooked tickets to a Halloween party. But on the way back through Leicester city suddenly there were all these sirens, far more than normal, enough to know something had gone horribly wrong. When we got back it turned out there had been a major helicopter crash.
So for a few days after that the whole city was grieving one bad thing and the whole world (it seemed) was grieving an entirely different bad thing. It was not a good time.