Where were you when it happened?

While living in Auckland and flatting at Ngaruahoe Street, I was at St Lukes shopping mall with a couple of my flat mates (maybe Rach, Rob and Footy) when we were informed by a shop assistant that Lady Di, the Princess of Wales was dead. Dead. Oh my god, what a shock. While not a big royal fan, I’ll always remember where I was and exactly what I was doing when I heard the news. Funny isn’t it.

A few years later, and after visiting New York and taking a great photo of the Twin Towers from the street below them, I was staying with a mate (Darren) in Toronto when Darren’s flat mate came running down the stairs to wake me up – from my sleeping spot on the couch – to turn on the TV, and watch the unbelievable sight being played on the TV. The planes crashing into the Twin Towers. Wow, that was freaky. I’d been standing right below those buildings only five days earlier. And now I was stuck in Toronto as the airport was closed. It’s okay, I made it to London (England) a few weeks later.

And now, here I am living in Yellowknife. I was at work, on the phone trying to pay a bill and on hold, so I clicked on a New Zealand news website – breaking news, Michael Jackson Dead. Holy moly. Although not a big MJ fan it was obviously big news. And I’ll admit that as a kid in the early 80s I did dance around the lounge to Billy Jean and MJ’s early hits.

As a “tribute” (mainly as a piss take) I dusted off my short black trousers, donned my whitist socks and rocked up to work the next day. RIP MJ.

Off to work in my MJ tribute outfit

Tags: Auckland, Lady Di, Michael Jackson, New York, Princess of Wales, Toronto, Twin Towers, Yellowknife