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miss_squiddyI don't normally do these things, but I thought this was a good one.
1. When John F. Kennedy was shot (22/11/1963)
In that life, I was a small roe deer living in the Forest of Dean and was not particularly interested in politics.
2. When Mt. St. Helens blew (18/5/1980)
Two years old and busy being jealous of my little sister, even though she hadn’t quite been born. Probably covering everything in our house in Dollar in paint and chocolate.
3. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded (28/1/1986)
Eight years old and living in Shropshire. Probably at school weighing sand, programming one of those logo turtle things to draw a wonky line which was meant to be a house or playing army with those stupid keyrings that make all the different bomb noises...
4. The Hillsborough disaster. (15/4/1989)
This is the first one I can properly remember hearing about. If I was at school, I would have been listening to Mr. Dale make really crap Easter-related puns (Egg-cellent, egg-static...) and making easter cards from pastel coloured card and tissue paper - and if it was the holidays, I would have been BORED and nagging the parents to take me somewhere fun.
5. When the Berlin Wall fell (7/11/1989)
Hmm. That was the start of my time at Secondary School. I can remember watching a bit about it on TV, but that stuff doesn’t really matter to you when you’re 11 and they keet showing the same guy knocking down the same bit of wall over and over again, so I probably made something interesting using lots of glue and plaster bandages instead.
6. When Nelson Mandela was released from gaol. (11/2/1990)
Listening to Lucy D pining over Richard Hagan and trying to stop her leaving love notes in his bag. Worrying about the colour of Mr. Cains’ mood shirts, watching Mr. J cut up polystrene with a hotwire and not watching the news because guinea pigs were better.
7. When Thatcher resigned (22/11/1990)
Oh God. I don’t know. At school, still. Cooking horrible things in Home Ec and sawing up acrylic in Design Technology. Using watercolour paint like oils to do naff pictures of parrots.
8. When the Gulf War began (16/1/1991)
Er... Secondary School. In Mr. Bishop’s English class reading p.72 of ‘To kill a mockingbird’. No. That’s a lie. It was ‘The Crucible’ by Arthur Miller. Silly me.
9. When Princess Di was killed (31/8/1997)
I remember this one quite well. It was Sunday. I was at home by myself on holiday from University and all the TV channels were showing the news. Only none of them actually said who had died for about an hour. Female, royal – you would expect it to be the Queen Mother wouldn’t you - so I was really surprised that it was Diana.
I was actually quite resentful that her death meant that there was nothing on TV when I was stuck in the house with no car to go out in and no books to read. BO-ORING!
10. When Omagh was bombed (15/8/1998)
I would have been on holiday from University, so somewhere in Shropshire, I expect. (Although I might have been busy beating the infuriating Ratboy in Surrey...) I can’t remember what I was doing yesterday, let alone that long ago...
11. When Bush was first announced President (7/11/2000)
At work in Woodfieldside with the Museums service or more likely putting together an exhibition at the Winding House Museum in New Tredegar.
12. When terrorists destroyed the World Trade Center (11/9/2001)
Ooooh. This was a good one. I was very bored at work and wasted the whole afternoon looking at various news websites, listening to the radio and getting phone reports from people with TV... Then I drove home early, went out for a meal with a film crew and got very drunk at their expense while they made a documentary about us getting drunk. (It was a tuesday: Welsh Club!)
13. When the Queen Mother died (30/3/2002)
Wow. Was it really that long ago already?Playing on the internet At work in the library in Pontllanfraith, I expect...
14. When Columbia disintegrated during re-entry over Texas. (1/2/2003)
Well, that was a Saturday, so I was probably wandering round Cardiff shopping for stuff, at home reading some book about museums and swearing at my coursework or sleeping off a night of clubbing on someone’s sofa somewhere.
Pick one and tell me what you were doing then. Ah g'wan.
1. When John F. Kennedy was shot (22/11/1963)
In that life, I was a small roe deer living in the Forest of Dean and was not particularly interested in politics.
2. When Mt. St. Helens blew (18/5/1980)
Two years old and busy being jealous of my little sister, even though she hadn’t quite been born. Probably covering everything in our house in Dollar in paint and chocolate.
3. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded (28/1/1986)
Eight years old and living in Shropshire. Probably at school weighing sand, programming one of those logo turtle things to draw a wonky line which was meant to be a house or playing army with those stupid keyrings that make all the different bomb noises...
4. The Hillsborough disaster. (15/4/1989)
This is the first one I can properly remember hearing about. If I was at school, I would have been listening to Mr. Dale make really crap Easter-related puns (Egg-cellent, egg-static...) and making easter cards from pastel coloured card and tissue paper - and if it was the holidays, I would have been BORED and nagging the parents to take me somewhere fun.
5. When the Berlin Wall fell (7/11/1989)
Hmm. That was the start of my time at Secondary School. I can remember watching a bit about it on TV, but that stuff doesn’t really matter to you when you’re 11 and they keet showing the same guy knocking down the same bit of wall over and over again, so I probably made something interesting using lots of glue and plaster bandages instead.
6. When Nelson Mandela was released from gaol. (11/2/1990)
Listening to Lucy D pining over Richard Hagan and trying to stop her leaving love notes in his bag. Worrying about the colour of Mr. Cains’ mood shirts, watching Mr. J cut up polystrene with a hotwire and not watching the news because guinea pigs were better.
7. When Thatcher resigned (22/11/1990)
Oh God. I don’t know. At school, still. Cooking horrible things in Home Ec and sawing up acrylic in Design Technology. Using watercolour paint like oils to do naff pictures of parrots.
8. When the Gulf War began (16/1/1991)
Er... Secondary School. In Mr. Bishop’s English class reading p.72 of ‘To kill a mockingbird’. No. That’s a lie. It was ‘The Crucible’ by Arthur Miller. Silly me.
9. When Princess Di was killed (31/8/1997)
I remember this one quite well. It was Sunday. I was at home by myself on holiday from University and all the TV channels were showing the news. Only none of them actually said who had died for about an hour. Female, royal – you would expect it to be the Queen Mother wouldn’t you - so I was really surprised that it was Diana.
I was actually quite resentful that her death meant that there was nothing on TV when I was stuck in the house with no car to go out in and no books to read. BO-ORING!
10. When Omagh was bombed (15/8/1998)
I would have been on holiday from University, so somewhere in Shropshire, I expect. (Although I might have been busy beating the infuriating Ratboy in Surrey...) I can’t remember what I was doing yesterday, let alone that long ago...
11. When Bush was first announced President (7/11/2000)
At work in Woodfieldside with the Museums service or more likely putting together an exhibition at the Winding House Museum in New Tredegar.
12. When terrorists destroyed the World Trade Center (11/9/2001)
Ooooh. This was a good one. I was very bored at work and wasted the whole afternoon looking at various news websites, listening to the radio and getting phone reports from people with TV... Then I drove home early, went out for a meal with a film crew and got very drunk at their expense while they made a documentary about us getting drunk. (It was a tuesday: Welsh Club!)
13. When the Queen Mother died (30/3/2002)
Wow. Was it really that long ago already?
14. When Columbia disintegrated during re-entry over Texas. (1/2/2003)
Well, that was a Saturday, so I was probably wandering round Cardiff shopping for stuff, at home reading some book about museums and swearing at my coursework or sleeping off a night of clubbing on someone’s sofa somewhere.
Pick one and tell me what you were doing then. Ah g'wan.
