Here in Deal, it woke me at 8.20am. It was like a gust of wind had got in the room - the wardrobe doors rattled and that was about it. Once I noticed the bedroom window wasn't open I figured it must have been an earthquake and went to sleep. Only later on Sky News did I notice the devastation of Folkestone (well, alright, a chimney pot fallen off a house).
Bloody South. This sort of thing didn't happen in the North...