Monday, 19 September 2011
Sunday, 11 September 2011
Tuesday the 11th of September
On Tuesday the 11th of September 2001 I was thirteen and I was sat in a fourth period history lesson at high school. People say you will always remember where you were on that day. I remember another teacher from the next door lesson rushing in to whisper in my ancient teachers ear. He looked sick and he nodded and declared we were about to see a horrible event in history happen. They merged the two classes , the resource tv was switched on and tuned in fuzzily to BBC1 and forty 13 year olds watched in real time , people dying. At first it was hard to make sense of what was happening the coverage only included the desperate confused punctuations of our news readers and the footage was that of the first hand held amateur footage . At that time , I know now , as we were watching that footage the towers had already started to collapse. School was dismissed at lunch time that day and I watched the news all afternoon and all night . And empathetic grief hit me for the first time in my life . Britain lost 67 people in the total but we felt every single body that was not ours.
I watched the recovery obsessively amazed how relentless the rescue workers were but it wasn't until I was twenty one and my mother took me to New York City for the first time to the church set up in memoriam did the recovery effort fully hit me. I saw the pile of police badges from around the world sent in support a pile topped , with a north Cumbrian police force dress helmet. And I was proud that England and America could be bonded for another reason than war. The most moving thing I saw there was In a corner . The sight rolled my stomach and stung my eyes and has effected me profoundly since . It was a pile of empty Vick's Vapour Rub tubs as high as I am tall . I watched the recovery effort removed , years ago and I wished I could give back the now understanding that the recovery volunteers were exhausted and unable to scour the smell of death from their nose. I once watched an episode of CSI Vegas and the was a clip of Catherine saying that the first time a living human body comes in contact of that of a decomposed one it is impossible to rid yourself of the smell. That the molecules burn into your nostrils and its impossible to scrub out. Those men and women slept with the smell of the people they were looking for in their beds. It then occurred to me that everything that was still covered in dust (because , at that time , it was , years on) was covered in potential particles of body.
Every year since then bar this year , in late September I happen to have been in New York City . Either on holiday or being there after work . I'm drawn to ground zero , to sit a couple of hours , marvel at the rebuilding at the resilience of that city , already formidable , made amazing by the strength to rebuild and carry on and still remember . I work in rural Pennsylvania In a place that looks just like where the fourth plane fell if not three hours away. Its hard to associate America ten years on with what happened to it and the world that day. Trying to imagine a plane ploughing into that green wet earth is as hard as trying to imagine it crashing into the valley in Wayne county where I work. Then It happened in England , on so smaller a scale but amplified by the fact the people that attacked us , where people born and raised as one of us. And it stung equally that a U.K citizen , from my home county would move against us and aim to kill and maim in the name of something we fight so vehemently against. It still sickens me with the thought.
What is Important to remember today of all days is how far we came in ten years. The western world defined our selves in our response to the attack on us. And how we helped others. The man who orchestrated the attack on us was held accountable and eradicated from a planet that does not need his evil in it. Despite what ever your opinion on the war In the middle east , no one can dispute the war on terrorism or the good things that have happened because of it. Millions of people have died both guilty and innocent , but now girls are allowed an education in the middle east and women are allowed a say in their future. People are allowed the freedom of speech that we take for granted and no longer live in fear of what a regime might do to them. At home we have picked up the pieces and moved on, despite 9/11 , the London tube bombings and Lockerbie. We are working tirelessly to bring the men responsible to account . Well aware that other radicals will replace them. What is happening currently in Libya is a perfect example . A man that will be hunted relentlessly for what he did to the world and a nation that are now free and without fear. I , we are lucky to be of a nationality where we can take that for granted, say what we please and be as equals despite sex . I'm proud that our countries would help others to the same freedoms and I am reminded that's why people feel the need to attack us.
Saturday, 3 September 2011
If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?
the early noughties there'd be a boy I'd have to win over In new jersey :$
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Thursday, 1 September 2011
me and my friends decided this is what I need :
Wanted:
Male. Preferably over thirty , own income , Single ( No hidden spouse) Preferably American/Canadian would accept UK : Geordie /Brummie/ Irish . Dark hair , green eyes, attractive . Grey shade sleeves and Beards are a plus. Average hieght . Stocky. Not fat. No steriod heads . Must be open to the prospect of children. Good at what he does , passionate about what he likes. Good In bed. Odd sense of humour , caring . No neurotics .
Time wasters need not apply.
You see this guy , send him my way ?
Male. Preferably over thirty , own income , Single ( No hidden spouse) Preferably American/Canadian would accept UK : Geordie /Brummie/ Irish . Dark hair , green eyes, attractive . Grey shade sleeves and Beards are a plus. Average hieght . Stocky. Not fat. No steriod heads . Must be open to the prospect of children. Good at what he does , passionate about what he likes. Good In bed. Odd sense of humour , caring . No neurotics .
Time wasters need not apply.
You see this guy , send him my way ?
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