I’ve been tagged again – this time by Jack Deighton.
Okay. Here goes. Where was I when:
Princess Diana died (31 August 1997)
Woke up and turned the television on while getting ready for work and realised that something was up. Soon found out what it was. Shouted through to Mrs Steel who replied that I was being sick and it wasn’t very funny. Eventually convinced her that I was telling the truth. Went into work at Retail Hell. The place was deserted all day, which was great on a Saturday. Went upstairs to the basement with the other guys in the place (it was a strange building) and toasted her memory with a Big Smoke. We were not great believers in a hereditary monarchy. I grew up on a farm, so I know that it is possible to breed for traits. Maybe leadership is one of them. However, you do not let the animals choose their own mates. That leads to imbecility.
Magaret Thatcher resigned (22 November 1990)
I was working for 148 Magazine at the time, and was on my way up to the office with another staff member. It was one of those open-fronted lift cages and someone shouted through the news as we passed one of the floors. Much cheering and jumping up and down. I truly believe the woman was evil.
The Twin Towers were attacked (11 September 2001)
I had just got in from the Mundane Job when Homeless phoned me and told me to turn on the television. “Which channel?” I asked.
“Any of them,” he replied.
Good grief, I thought. That remaining tower is going to look so poignant standing there on its own.
England were beaten by Germany in the World Cup semifinal (4 July 1990)
Absolutely no idea. The pub? I’d given up on this contest in disgust after Scotland were beaten by Costa Rica.
President Kennedy was assassinated (22 November 1963)
Hey, don’t blame me. I wasn’t even a spermatozoa at the time.
Right. I’ll tag Ian Sales (You hear that, Ian? You’ve finally been tagged!), Mike Cobley, Neil Williamson, Hal Duncan, and Gary Gibson.
I still hate these things.
