We're hours away from the end of George Bush Junior's 48 hour deadline to Saddam Hussein. Operation Desert Storm felt very remote to me at the time - even when the physics teacher stopped the class to bring out the TV so we could watch the news updates. I figured therefore it must be a big thing - last time that had happened was in school, with the English teacher requisitioning a TV so that we could watch the very first space shuttle launch. But now - now as a grown adult with children, I can only feel a sense of trepidation. A lot of people are nervous - as if entire world stability is at risk. Perhaps it is. That is the fear. This evening feels like "anti-Christmas". That's the only way I can describe it. Tomorrow will be a big day. But it's not one to be excited over. No doubt that some time after this post, that sense of apprehension will look silly. Even when the first nuclear device is eventually used against in a terrorist act, it is the entire reluctance of the world to address the lamentable Palestinian situation that would likely have been the main engine for it - as it appears to be for all radical Islamic militancy across the globe. I will remember tonight. I will remember how though we were safe thousands of miles away in Britain, we did not feel safe. It is not a night of fear. It is a night of an awakening realisation that within this world of ours, we have no real voice, and our words are not listened to regardless. And for that the world moves towards greater instability. Let the American people take comfort in the reduced oil prices that will follow the US control of Iraqi oil-fields. I will take no comfort in that.