Had a few texts earlier from Matthew, which are worth repeating:
“Er, armed guard just turned up at our train station, waiting for a connection. Like fully armed. Something big is going on, helicopters, tactical units, the lot, the full works. And it’s a TINY station. Argh!”
“Dorchester South. Tiny place in Dorset. Madness. Something bad’s happened on a train waiting to come in. Machine guns, everything. I’ve got a camera.”
The only thing I previously knew about Dorchester was some toilets in the town won an award, and their Christmas lights aren’t meant to be very good. Finally:
“This is AWESOME. Why do these things happen near me? I’m gonna video it, if the train comes in.”
To be fair, Matt is one of the few people I know who is more likely than not to get inadvertently caught up in an international terrorist incident.
He then rang. He told me he heard an armed officer say: “We’ve got a visual.” I informed him I’d also just been told there’s was a chance Moira Stewart was dressed as a ninja on TV. He said he’d keep me informed, I went to have a quick look on the net.
About five minutes later, another phone call. The police had got bored and left.
Expect video and picture aplenty from the good doctor, if he manages to get back from Dorset in one piece.