Think of the beautiful men we have suddenly come to know: Rick Best, Taliesin Namkai-Meche and Micah Fletcher of Oregon who stepped in to help two young girls being abused on a train; Canada’s Tyler Ferguson who cradled his fiancée Christine Archibald as she died in the London attack; Florin Morariu, the Romanian baker who
threw crates at the Borough Market attackers; the nameless cabbie who swerved to warn a 19-year-old woman at an ATM to “RUN!”; the Spanish
waiter Sergio Farina who held the restaurant’s doors tight against men armed with long knives; the Manchester doctor Naveed Yasin who spent 48 hours
treating bomb attack victims only to be racially abused in the street.
And then we have fresh bright Richard Angell, the young Londoner cheerfully heading back post-attack to pay his restaurant bill and saying, “If me having a gin and tonic with my friends, flirting with handsome men and hanging out with brilliant women is what offends these people so much, I’m going to do it more, not less.” I raise a glass to this man.
