Incidentally, there was a packet on the front door step that Christmas night, 32 and a half years ago this July bombing - some things like terror are not new, it was a time of bombs in packed public houses, just the labels change and the devices - so this small cylinder, Christmas cracker, on the front door step – left without a caution – had me backing away at first. It was a spray can of Rive Gauche, ha! by Yves St Laurent. Not a bomb at all but a romantic bombardment. And it had my name on it.