Chapter 57 Section 9 Airey

Two days later, I was attending an event in my constituency - a car buying organization was raising funds to make cheaper cars available to people with disabilities.I will be speaking at the meeting.But at least half of my mind was still thinking about the party's campaign radio address that night.That's when Delichau came up to me and said, "I think I should tell you that a bomb has gone off near Parliament, what people think is in a garage. At least one person is seriously injured, but it's not known who." As we drove to the BBC studios in Portland-Pores, a hundred possibilities crossed my mind, though none of them came to mind.When I got to the recording studio, I was still without makeup, and a producer took me into a room and told me who the victim was.He is Aire Neve.His injuries were serious.The Irish National Liberation Army, a splinter group from the IRA, planted a bomb under his car.The bomb went off as he was driving his car in the Commons car park.Looks like he's hardly surviving, in fact he may have died when I heard the news.After hearing this, I couldn't do a radio speech anyway.I called the prime minister and explained.I was stunned.A deeper grief followed.And it pains me from the bottom of my heart—that he, a friend of mine, who had put many dangers at risk in his life, should die at the hands of a man worse than the common murderer.