At what point do you give up on humanity? Should we accept a realisation that man's inhumanity to fellow man is nothing but a cliché that accurately describes the world we live in? Is it enough to smack your fist against a table and curse at passing evil?

As explained by Nicole, a colleague of ours was subjected to a brutal ordeal on Wednesday night. I had walked her to a bus stop in Trafalgar Square which cannot have been but an hour earlier in the night. As we both made our way from Mayfair, I could do nothing but complain about the miserable rain that beat against our faces. She could not walk very quickly, owing much to the dress shoes she was wearing for the evening's festivities.

Today, I found out that she had been attacked only yards from her front door. A man deranged and intent on committing one of the most heinous of crimes tried and ultimately failed in his evil endeavours.

Published by Colm.