My buddy Big Rab of the excellent
Ben Lomond Free Press has decided to wake me from my blog slumbers by tagging me with one of those ridiculous memes. This one requires me to recall where I was and what I was doing on certain key historical dates. This is rather funny as my memory has never been great and recently has developed more holes in it than than one of those holey things, I forget the name. These days I can only tell if I have been to the toilet recently by the relative dampness of my trousers...
Anyway, here goes nothing...
Princess Diana’s death - 31 August 1997
Ah, I do remember this! Do I get a point?
Me and Mrs TK had travelled long and far to get to our holiday retreat, a waterside apartment in Falmouth, Cornwall.
The previous occupants had obviously been using the beside alarm clock radio to waken them bright and early in the morning - on holiday? Numbskulls!
Anyway, the bloody thing went off and I couldn't find the off button without wakening myself up properly so I decided just to let the radio news guy witter on.
So I'm lying in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange flat, in that "not quite knowing where you are and is this a dream by the way?" state, listening to this bizarre news item about a car crash in a tunnel in Paris etc etc
One of the wierdest mornings I have ever experienced.
Coincidentally we drove back up the length of the country on the day of the funeral. Great trip, hardly any traffic on the road, made it back home in half the time!
Margaret Thatcher’s resignation 22 November 1990
Can't recall and don't really care.
Has the old bitch died yet?
Is it time to help Elvis tramp the dirt down?
Attack on the twin towers - 11 September 2001
I was at work and it was one of those occassions where all sorts of mixed messages where coming in, people phoning their loved ones at home to get the latest from the radio or television, all sorts of rumours flying around - kind of like the day Mo Johnstone signed for Rangers.
Finally someone managed to get hold of a telly that was used for showing presentations and set it up in one of the meeting rooms. I cannot adequately describe the power of the images on that screen that day. A bunch of us stood transfixed watching the planes flying into the towers over and over again, the repeating of the action never once diminishing the shock that everyone felt.
Something changed in the world that day and there's no going back.
I had been lucky enough to visit the Twin Towers on a visit to New York a couple of years before and the thought that the attack could just of easily happened then still sends a chill down my spine.
England’s World Cup Semi Final v (West) Germany - 4 July 1990
Watched this at home, much as I watch any football that is available - on the box or in real life! Another glorious failure. I think that most people in Scotland don't actually mind the majority of the players, its the arrogant, annoying, small minded, ignorant, feckwits that present and commentate on the matches for the EBC that get on everyone's thruppennies!
President Kennedy’s Assassination - 22 November 1963
I was three. I lived in Nottingham. I had a red tricycle. I vaguely recall a "girlfriend" that lived round the corner. I was once knocked unconscious when my Dad accidentally pulled me into a lamppost. I almost sliced off the top of my thumb trying to peel an apple.
I have absolutely no recollection of President Kennedy's assassination.
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I have no intention of tagging anyone for this meme, if you read this and feel like taking part please do, and don't forget to point back down the chain like a good citizen...
Toodle pip.
