In Bangkok, just got home from dinner in time for the 2nd one to hit. The driver came in the house and asked what movie we were watching.
Working at Thai Airways at the time, the next day was very quiet in the office, especially the Boeing boys.
In Bangkok, just got home from dinner in time for the 2nd one to hit. The driver came in the house and asked what movie we were watching.
Working at Thai Airways at the time, the next day was very quiet in the office, especially the Boeing boys.
Who cares, really?
Washing my socks in the fucking superbowl.
FFS.
Seriously syb? Lots of people I know will never forget where they were at the time, and what they were doing. One might say, it was quite a seminal event.
I’ll never forget where I was when Sunderland beat Leeds in the FA Cup final, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck where anyone else was, Sabina.
Can relate to that really well. I walked into a regular drinking-hole in Pattaya and had settled in with my first drink just as the 2nd plane hit, it seemed strange to be watching a movie channel in that bar as they normally always had BBC news on their TV's. I started reading a newspaper and a few minutes later the owner came down from his office upstairs with an ashen face and immediately turned the house music down and TV volume up. This shit was real.
Was living in an apartment on Soi Ekkamai, Bangkok.
Got home in the evening and the bar was full of people watching the tv.
Shortly after, my school asked me to teach in a Muslim school in Lardprao as the Yanks wouldn't work there. Was interesting as all the kids had Osama Bin Laden pencil cases and shouting death to America. Made me think of the Exploited, Fuck the USA.
^^Opposite here. I know exactly where I was when JFK went down, and no recollection at all of Bobby getting whacked, almost certainly because I was ass deep in a rice paddy at the time, worried about getting whacked myself.
...in class the next day, a number of my Saudi students (bankers and mid-level admin types) were quick to offer condolences...I later learned that the majority of terrorists were Saudi, a fact not published in the local "newspaper of record" Arab News...still later, I had a Saudi taxi driver who had recently been tossed out of his government training program in the States because, he said, he was Saudi...I'm waiting for Biden to release documents that apparently suggest (or prove) wealthy Saudi (and other Gulf) families sponsored the attack...
Majestically enthroned amid the vulgar herd
All US events, eh?
Margaret Thatcher’s resignation.
Or when she didn’t allow her name to go forward.
Madrid, celebrating into the night with…Madrid, btw.
Oh, Maggie’s red eyes and salty tears.
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I'd agree with that and can recall where I was for both events. I was very young when JFK was shot but still recall the worried looks of my parents when they heard about it on the radio.
The wife called me after the first tower was hit, I was sleeping off a night shift in a hotel in Lincolnshire. I turned on the TV in time to see the second plane hit and sat and watched in horror until both towers collapsed. By the time I'd got back into work all the UK E3s had gone, dispersed to sunnier climes...
only if Cyrille, has the CCTV live, he's a happy bunny
I was living aboard my 36 foot (11 meter) sailboat in the Oakland-Alameda Estuary and working as a salesman for a yacht brokerage. The morning it happened I turned on the radio while making a cup of coffee and heard the news.
There was a big boat show at Jack London Square, just across the estuary, going on and when I got over there, there were no customers, so we all gathered in the cabin of some big motor yacht and watched the news on TV.
Was in the office, a friend called from his car having heard about "a plane" crashing into the building.
Turned on the small TV I had in my drawer and called him back. I remember saying "Looks like it was a big jet and I hope it isn't a passenger jet".
Then the second one went in.
I shut the office and spent the rest of the night in the pub watching things unfold, and wondering how mad would be the response.
It turned out to be pretty fucking mad.
And as history has shown, ultimately pretty pointless.
Travelling back to Sussex on the train from London Bridge. Reached the station, drove home.
Arrived home to see my wife and kids watching the BBC coverage.
Missed the two tower hits but wached them fall and everybody running for their lives.
A very sad day.
Saw it live on Sky TV sitting in my lounge, eating ice cream. Very sad, but compulsory viewing.
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