One thing you learn from a twenty first century war is just how everything is connected.

...And I don't mean 'by that conspiracy theory on the internet'.

Companies, lives, sports... everyone is intertwined inextricably. To cut one strand is to sever the entire rope of society.

And watching from a distance I am reminded of Grenfell. Of how governments and companies can't ever find the money to prevent death, but seem to have endless bottomless coffers to deal it.

A lot of people are calling out the doves today. The prime ministers and presidents who called for peace, for cooperation, for a mutual exchange of goods and ideas. As a child of the Eighties, this was the panacea to the worlds ills - globalisation, the internet, trade and prosperity.

Maybe games ruined me as a child - my mother certainly thought so. But it gave me a life long desire to learn about other cultures - their myths, their heroes, their monsters.

The archetypal adventurer in Runequest was one Rurik the Restless. The 'real' Rurik was the first of the Kievan grand princes. Kiev was the Rus equivalent of Camelot, its heroes the bogatyri of the bylinys.

For the last fifty years I've seen the world change, from some place mythical I could dream of only in books to a place that was real. To a place that was open for people to actually go to and visit. Suddenly the world was going to be all our oysters.

And then some fucker bombed them. The Baghdad of a thousand and one nights. Shot up by F16s. Archaeological sites of great importance turned to rubble by the Taliban. All these places we could have gone, sights we could have seen, footsteps we could have walked in. Imagine that, treading stepping backwards in time to a mythic age when heroes walked the earth.

And then some fucker bombed them.

Kiev is not just a city. Not just a city where people like you and I cower tonight, afraid that morning will not come. It's all that and more.