Just checking my blog stats — I don’t know why I do this.  The hit count is going to be somewhere between 0 and 12 and will remain that way until I start using things like “Britney Spears Shower Scene” in my posts — and I saw a couple of referrals (yep, total hits were 14) from over at Cassilis.  Apparently, he’d tagged me.

Well, I was just about to call the police, when my wife said maybe I should just follow the referral link.  So I did that instead and here we are.

This quick bunch of questions seems to have been doing the rounds and now it’s time for me to decide if I’m going to tell the truth or make up something exotic.  My promise is, if I can remember, I’ll be honest.

So Gav, what were you doing when:

Princess Diana’s death – 31st August 1997 — I was up early that Sunday morning to do some overtime and turned on the TV for some reason just before I left the flat.  It was a wow moment.  Kinda fills your head with “What, really?” and not much else.

Not a lot of work got done that day and I think it was about 11 am before someone said aloud what we were all wondering:  Would this mean we’d get a day off work?  I got into an argument with a colleague who believed the upcoming Scottish international football game should be postponed.  I politely disagreed.  Well, I say politely.

Got home to find that programmes stopped.  There were no programmes any more.  And I wonder how many other people remember Chris DeFuckingBurgh’s “tribute” that he must’ve penned in an hour on the back of a fag packet which I’m sure contained the line “There’s another angel in heaven tonight.”  So when people diss the John, I remind them that there but for the Grace of God.

I do remember being a little bored of it all by the end of the night.  Little was I to know that this would continue for the next couple of weeks or, if you happen to read the Express, up to the present day.

Margaret Thatcher’s Resignation – 22nd November 1990 — I’d started work a month and a half before that in a life assurance company in Stirling which had brought me into contact with types of people I’d had no experience of at school or in my local village. I found out that they were called Tories.

I vaguely remembered Callaghan, but not in any way that I could tell you his policies or his style.  Thatcher was politics for me and for everyone I knew, but I was taught to hate her and to think of the miners and the little kiddies who wouldn’t have milk, by people who were buying their council house.  So I remember being pleased about it.  I also remember being surprised that she was ousted so easily.  All that blimmin’ bother …

Attack on the twin towers – 11 September 2001 — Depressingly enough, I was sitting in a seat about 200 yards from where I currently sit, doing a job remarkably similar to the job I do now.  Was that crass?  Describing that as depressing on a day that the world changed forever?

As an aside, I’d recommend buying Rich Hall’s book Things Snowball, to read his short story about someone having a bad day on 11/9/2001.  Or 9/11/2001 if you prefer.

Just after lunch, a girl called Dawn Niblo told me that a light aircraft had crashed into WTC 1 — I shit you not, she was a veritable Reuters of her day — and then that was all anyone was talking about.  At roughly the same time the attacks were happening two years previously, I was actually standing atop the World Trade Center.  I was also on the Herald of Free Enterprise, obviously before it sank.  Maybe I’m a jinx.

All I really remember of that afternoon was hitting F5 a lot on BBC News and it failing to load.  On the drive home, listening to the news, it was impossible to picture the scene.  Then when I actually saw the footage, I felt sick.  I’ve watched a few YouTube videos of how channels like NY1 broke the news and it’s never lost its impact.  It still terrifies me.

England’s World Cup Semi Final v Germany in – 4 July 1990 — I remember laughing.  A lot.

President Kennedy’s Assasination – 22 November 1963 — Well, for me, the day started with waking nice and early and taking up position behind a lump of grass in Dealey Plaza.  I dunno … maybe you’d best describe it as a knoll …