Where were you....?

Quite appropriate that I was drinking Old Groyne last night, as due to the amount of limping and mobility restriction I've had today, I seem to have pulled something in my Old Groin while bouncing off the walls in Fight Club down south. Hey ho. Just what my world needs, more injury. Lets hope it learns to relax again with no medical intervention required this time.

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Remember what you were doing when JFK was shot? When Concorde, the WTC and Lady Di went splat? I do. At least, the last three, as I wasn't born for Lee Harvey's moment on the headlines. I also remember what I was doing when a small Scottish town and a fully loaded 747 had their moment, and that's what the BBC are obsessing about tonight. Quite funny really in an ironic, or possibly just stupid kind of way. I was actually getting ditched at the time by my then girlfriend (hello Diane). At least I was until I saw the news flash, and after that point she was really talking to herself as this propellerhead has far more important things to pay attention to than some doris who is going to be history as soon as her dad gets around to picking her up (no driving license in those days). Quite fortuitous actually; if she'd have left it another 14 hours, I'd have lashed out fifty quid on her christmas present, and I'd not have been able to ruin her big moment. Who says karma's not my mate?

Heh. With woman handling skills like that, no wonder I never got married ;o)