Living in London right now is reminiscent of my youth: I am transported right back to the 1970s. I’m in my early 20s and the IRA is carrying out regular bombings that maim and kill civilians. Whenever my friends and I venture into the centre of London for a night out we try to avoid pubs and clubs that are either located near to (or have links with) the military. It never works. The IRA’s campaign hits innocuous targets such as shopping malls and country pubs, places that appear to have no overt connection to the establishment. The element of surprise is what terrorism demands. It works.