Having a last ditch revise for an exam I then failed.

I blame Iraq.

I don't like it.

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That's what I was doing.

watched an hour or so of it before my shift started- I think most of the staff were running around to find a tv to keep updated.

i was at the orthodontist seeing if i could get braces. daddy told me what happened and i said "is that in england?" he said no so i didn't think about it. i remember being pretty annoyed that i couldn't watch any tv when i got home though.

before i started college i believe...
i went out and told my dad and i dont think he realised the magnitude of it because he carried on clearing out the compost heap (not a metaphor).

waiting for my parents to fly home. from greece, but it was still slightly worrying.

no-one had been in all afternoon, and when I left at 3, town was weirdly empty. When I picked up my phone, my ever-paranoid friend had sent me a text saying 'oh my god WWIII is starting!!!' Then I got home and saw the second tower get hit. A strange day.

then went to watch Hendon v Bedford Town, then stayed up until about 4am watching News 24.

excited about my holiday to new york :(

My flatmate burst into my room in his dressing gown mumbling something about "America being under attack". But given he used to do the same thing with fake fire alarms and such, I just rolled over and went back to sleep.

My friend's parents were away, and he sent me a text saying, 'It's Doomsday, let's get fucked!'. So we got very drunk and watched News 24 all night.

meeting a friend in pizza hut. I started getting texts from another friend saying 'have you seen all this about the WTC?' and when I told my dining companion he seemed completely uninterested.

Then I went to the barbers and asked them to put the news on - it was the first anyone there had heard about it so I spent my whole haircut talking about terrorism.

I remember wondering if the Strokes were okay.

Would that sound as important and have such a ring to it as 9/11?

Stupid Americans and their days/months being the wrong way around.

just off to a french lesson. me and a friend wandered around singing New York City Cops. not entirely sure why. perhaps we were just massive wankers?

it was also the 10th anniversary of my mum's death, but i don't think i realised that at the time.

Heard all the initial details via a football website as all the news sites had gone down.

Listened to West Ham lose to Reading on penalties in the cup that evening.

sat in silence for a few hours in front of BBC one.

and my aunt had died that morning so my parents had to go to Ireland for the funeral. They flew at 2pm, the English time of when the first plane went in so if they had left any later it would probably have been grounded. Got a text from someone saying "Turn your fucking TV on!" and watched it alone all afternoon. Such a depressing day.

I went to Moulin Rouge in the evening.

I was still living in Cape Town (in South Africa in case you didn't know) and had a day off so was about to start watching some films THEN my landlord called to say the Palestinians had just started world war III and THEN my Dad called to say he was alright. I didn't even know he was in New York.

waiting for the post neighhbours columbo/dianosis murder type thing

unemployed and avoiding life. i was going to help my mother do the shopping but instead we watched News 24 all afternoon.

I wanted to watch something on TV that wasnt news, and as i only had 4 channels back then i was screwed once more by mass media coverage.

Still, when the second plane hit it was a million times more shocking than Diana

The europeans were a lot less sympathetic than the UK. They didnt see it as unsurprising (nor did I) (although I was surprised at the effectiveness of the attacks)

Our company promptly panicked and tried to instruct all its employees not to fly home.

I reflected on the large numbers of casualties and tried to predict how long it would take before the US had killed the equivalent number of foreigners in return as a result of this.

the guy who stitched logos on our football kits had been rude to me.

text message: A plan has the hit the world trade centre

then watched it all on tv. i even said "bush'll get them" in some kind of shocked/misguided sentiment. how wrong i was.

and watched it on the tv there.

walking back through town i saw loads of people staring at a tv screen in dixons, which was showing a film of a burning building. 5 mins later i realised what they were watching...

Yay!

time last night, didnt bother at the time, because I didnt need convincing and used to be an avid private eye reader.
However I did enjoy the freewheeling glee with which he tarnished bush.

What is puzzling is why anyone sane would criticise Moore (ok hes not perfect but hes not been elected to be the most powerful man on earth) for bias or laying it on a bit thick, when really you should be concentrating on the more important things his film points out that really need answering.

One would have thought that even the most avid republican or conservative would be a bit miffed at the families of the perpetraters and the bin ladens were all flown out of the country without questioning (even though all other air flights were cancelled)
Aparently Mr Bush snr was sitting with Osamas half brother watching the twin tower thing as it happened, how embarrising?

So easy to remember now...

playing Goldeneye. My friend was watching Tv in the next room and saw the footage. We went back to school after that and had an assembly.

Josie & The Pussycats.

everyone was like 'omg' and then when i got home my dad kept watching it over and over and over on bbc news 24 or something so i went to play playstation.

My initial reaction when I heard there'd been a terrorist attack at the pentagon was a bit 'Ha, ha' no big deal.

Then got evacuated as they reckoned we might be the next target (it was a germ-warfare place)

I remember going home and sitting transfixed in front of the tv for hours - it was really difficult to believe it was actually happening.

I saw it on tv, and my instant thought was "they're going to make a film out of this" ( and further on, that it looked like something from a film.) I think they made a film out of it.

hear about it till after I got home from school. It was my 15th birthday, the start of Year 11 I think. We watched News 24 all evening.

hear about it till after I got home from school. It was my 15th birthday, the start of Year 11 I think. We watched News 24 all evening.

watching TV, so I got to see the whole thing.

When I got home, I spent all evening trying to contact a friend who was in NY. She was ok.

It was my day off. I drank all day. The End.

my friend texted me with "America is on fire"

it was so exciting

thirteen days later i flew to new york
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and my mum drove over and told us to put the tv on. we sat there watching it as the towers fell, i think. it's all a bit blurry.

a week later i flew to england, to live in london. with everyone going 'are you SURE you want to move there? are you SURE?'

Almost an hour after we had been excitedly told our trip was going to be to New York. It got cancelled.

it was very very scary as I awoke to the radio saying "American is under attack". My first thought was nuclear war to be honest. That or aliens.

I was at school, my music teacher told us to watch the news when I got home, and on the bus I overheard sixth formers saying how they were going to 'kill all the paki's', but I just thought my music teacher was being a bore and the sixth formers were being edgy.

First I really knew of it was when I got home to find my nan sobbing on the sofa- my uncle was in New York at the time and she thought he was dead. He wasn't. Although he did work on the WTC just weeks before doing building reinforcements (srsly).

And thus ends the greatest story ever told.

Don't know why I wasn't in school.

I also kind of remember feeling tired. Maybe I was off sick? Or mum woke me up early to watch the news? I can't even remember who I was watching it with...

Flashbulb memory my arse.

classy me.

I was actually working in the pub's kitchen, and the first thing i heard about it was on mark and lard. which was surreal.

Amazingly, people kept ordering food. We kept having to dart back and forth to the manager's flat to keep tabs on what was happening.

if i remember correctly, i think we got rather drunk that night, and there were many toasts made in memoriam.

getting a lift home hearing my family discussing what had happened... without actually knowing what had happened.

Got home, saw the images on TV... don't think I really took it in. I'd just borrowed a megadrive from a friend so went upstairs to play that instead...

Watched it as soon as coverage started after the second tower was hit.

Saw both towers come down.

Probably the most horrible thing I've ever seen. I've never got my head around it. Passenger planes flying into offices. Still raises an omg.

What got to me was the numerous ways in which I would've been super psychologically fucked had I been involved. The way they were on planes heading for suicide missions with no hope of surivival. The way there were people trapped in the floors above trying to get out.

I observed 'a moment of silence', because I'm nice.