Post by mrclaypole on Jul 15, 2009 14:23:44 GMT
I think the MJ thing for me is going to stick with me as one of those "you remember where you were...." moments, personally I was reading a book and decided to turn on Talksport radio which was something I hadnt listened to for a while and the host of the show said that there were "2 conflicting reports about Michael Jackson coming through, one that he was still alive but in a bad way and one that he had died", I then flicked over to the rolling news channels and watched them pretty much all night.
The Princess Diana thing, hmmmn........I think I had just crawled home after a particulary heavy session in Brum and was told by my neighbour.
I wasnt really that bothered about it too be honest as I never bought into all of that "peoples princess" nonsense that Blair came out with, its a shame when anyone dies and I sympathise with the families, but I never met her, I never followed her in the news, I just couldnt care less about what she did on a daily basis, she never touched my heart and as a result, I shrugged my shoulders and got on with recovering from an alcoholic pounding.
I did get the mornign off work for her funeral, I guess she made me happy in her death, not in her life.
What really freaked me out though were all of those books of condolences that you could sign in churches, some of the people in the lines ready to sign probably never even shed a tear for one of their own family members who had gone to the big fluffy lovely place in the heavens.
It was total madness I can tell you!!!!, I even saw a woman crying at a tree she had just laid a wreath on. Get a grip!!!.
The Princess Diana thing, hmmmn........I think I had just crawled home after a particulary heavy session in Brum and was told by my neighbour.
I wasnt really that bothered about it too be honest as I never bought into all of that "peoples princess" nonsense that Blair came out with, its a shame when anyone dies and I sympathise with the families, but I never met her, I never followed her in the news, I just couldnt care less about what she did on a daily basis, she never touched my heart and as a result, I shrugged my shoulders and got on with recovering from an alcoholic pounding.
I did get the mornign off work for her funeral, I guess she made me happy in her death, not in her life.
What really freaked me out though were all of those books of condolences that you could sign in churches, some of the people in the lines ready to sign probably never even shed a tear for one of their own family members who had gone to the big fluffy lovely place in the heavens.
It was total madness I can tell you!!!!, I even saw a woman crying at a tree she had just laid a wreath on. Get a grip!!!.