Another teenage boy has been stabbed to death on my patch. I had reason to go to the receiving hospital just after it happened, and already the friends and relatives were gathering. I saw the now familiar emotions of grief and anger. During the night more people came and the emotions seemed to settle into a stunned silence. Questions were asked, but it seemed that there were no answers.
The hospital staff looked after them in a professional manner. It's unfortunate but seems that we are getting more practiced with such things.
A crew wheeled a drunk teenager, clothes torn and barely able to raise her head past the grieving relatives – It's a strange feeling to take in such a patient; you almost feel embarrassed to bring such an idiot in while mothers and brothers and sisters are weeping.
Not a good night in East London.
But sadly, not unusual.