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I wouldn't be too hard on the french at that time.

We were living in London at the time on Oxford street right in the center, in university digs (we had a Mayfair address!) my wife was working for a well known aid agency and I was a kept man. I think they turned off the tube that day as they believed London would be hit next. There was a lot of panic. I remember being confronted by a wide eyed girl in the hallway where we lived and being dragged into her room to see it happening on tv.

It took about three days for the authorities to get the planes out of the sky above London. Dublin might have been a bit more relaxed about it ...