A decade on from 7/7 its a day that has and is shaping things to come for my generation as we all continue to feel it's consequences - but difficulties often prove to be the most testing of times, pushing you to make choices and the 7th of July 2005 was a difficult day for London.
That evening, as I absorbed the news, I made a vow to travel by tube the next morning, because if I didn't, my thoughts were that I would not step foot on another underground train for fear of what it might bring. I remember my intense apprehension on the Northern Line platform at Waterloo as the tube doors opened to reveal an empty carriage.
Ten years later the memory has warped and weathered, but there are some odd things that stick in my mind. The man who told a woman next to me, as we ambled home in a daze, that she "wouldn't pull" that day because of the mascara running down her face. It was soot, and she'd been crying.
Nothing ever goes to plan. Investors will know that. Be passionate, be knowledgeable, be prepared and you may well just find that business angel...
I'm sat in a coffee shop on Brick Lane, desperately trying, but failing to be productive. It's a Saturday in April, and the bitterly cold air is heavy with the sort of enticing energy that can only be formed when the scent of roasting beans, and the fulfilled promise of free wifi collide...
The Guardian will be deeply embarrassed by the Press Gazette's headline, and the possible bad press that will follow
I will never forget sitting there, with an oxygen mask on my face, watching a man being stretchered in to the hall, and I thought to myself, why is he only wearing one black sock? It took me a couple of seconds to realise he wasn't wearing a sock, his left foot was burnt to a crisp.
After several hours sitting in pubs and walking the streets we attempted a retreat back to the flat, only to be told that we wouldn't be let in 'for a few days'. Transport had re-started on a minimal scale by this time, but there was no way that we were getting south of the river tonight.
Suddenly there was an almighty bang, one of the manhole covers lifted off the floor (I'd never ever noticed they existed before!) and the train jerked to a stop. We could hear screaming coming from the front of the train, a man. Everyone got up and moved to the back of the coach to escape the black smoke.
With Beyond the Bombings we've been deliberate to use our What's Working approach to news to focus on constructive, solution-led journalism. We will be publishing an interview with 7/7 survivor Gill Hicks who lost her legs and became a motivational speaker and anti-extremism campaigner. We'll have a blog from Esther Hyman, whose sister died in the attacks and who is raising money for an online anti-extremism course. We've also written a profile of Paul Dadge, the 'reluctant hero' who helped a woman with the white face mask in a famous picture. The London bombings touched people from across Britain, including our own news editor Jacqueline Housden who was on one of the tube trains which was attacked and is returning to work at HuffPost UK after giving birth to her first child. These are all remarkable stories which highlight the ability of wounds, no matter how deep, to heal.
Whenever I see an old documentary about the 70s (or the 90s more recently) there always seems to be some old boy, talking-head saying "Well, everything had gotten so stale, people were bored of the same faces and same shit coming out. It was ripe for a shake-up". I feel like that about now.
Growing up in Northern California, I was used to plenty of sunshine. But people are not so lucky in the UK. And when the weather gets hot, they go a little crazy. And by 'a bit crazy', I mean CRAY-ZEE. And Brits keep talking about the sun having its hat on, whatever that means.
Today, I want to set London a new new goal. I want to raise £1bn every year for a Londoner's Fund, and invest this money to create a London endowment to support our good causes. This £1bn can be raised through a new London Lottery and a Hotel Tax on Tourist stays which is a real money-maker in many other European cities - but has never been tried here. These provide a fantastic untapped source of revenue, without imposing punitive taxes on Londoners.
Summer in London is all about lazing in parks with an ice cream, heading to festivals and trying to avoid packed Tube journeys where you end up far too close to a perspiring commuter's armpit. It's also full of good opportunities to cool off in an unusual exhibition, finally visit a museum you've never been to, or try out an event you wouldn't normally consider.
These images are based on commuting data released earlier this year by the Office for National Statistics and show the commuting links between different cities in London and the south east. The point here is that, seen in this way, London is very much the 'mega city' depicted by the late urbanist Sir Peter Hall in his study of urban mega city regions of Europe.
Dear Kenny, Your open letter to Mayoral candidates crystalises the frustrations of Londoners of many backgrounds. With the recent election of the Conservative majority government, it would easy for the frustrations to come tinged with a sense of despair that nothing can be done. I disagree.