TERROR ON THE STREETS OF WOKING.
Or so it would seem.
After being open for about an hour today the fire alarms went off in the Peacock Centre where I work. It wasn’t the usual fire drill as we’re normally warned about these so the food units and hairdressers can schedule around them.
After standing around outside for about 20 minutes it became pretty clear that this was completely unplanned but to be honest I just thought that the Hulista Studio had burnt some toast again and set the alarms off (they do this quite frequently). That or I’d left my hair straighteners on, which would have been a double whammy of badness as to power them I need to unplug the fridge, and no one would be happy if I’d inadvertently melted our store supply of ice cream while nearly burning down the centre and ruining some poor womans cut and blow dry at Supercuts.
Luckily my fears for the ice cream were allayed by the slightly bizarre sight of an Army bomb disposal team arriving. One guy in a HAZMAT suit.
Queue much speculation as to what was going on.
Eventually we learned that a suspicious package had been found somewhere in the cinema and we wouldn’t be allowed back into work for at least two hours. At this point the British Blitz spirit kicked in and without a single word being said it was decided that bar the poor Toni&Guy girls who had to look after their clients outside, and because it was such a nice day, the assembled 200-odd shop staff from the whole centre would go to the pub.
I even managed to grab a Cornetto before I had to go back to work. Two hours later.
If this is what Islamic Extremism is about, then happy days, I’m all for it.
