9/11 isn't usually a laughing matter, but today I saw a guy in London protesting against the BBC and announcing that the BBC was "in" on the "conspiracy" of 9/11. He was holding up a big sandwich board which stated the BBC had broadcast the tragedy SEVEN MINUTES before it had happened. I laughed for way more than 7 minutes. It was brilliant!
I was in year 12 at College on September 11th 2001. The first crash happened not long after I'd got back from lunch, when I was in English class. I was 16 and fascinated, terrified and excited all at once. We were watching the news of the first 'accident' when from nowhere the second plane appeared. Like, shit the bed, yo! Shocked doesn't come close! I don't think I computed what was happening for a long while.
After the initial surprise, pure-self-indulgent-terror set in. If they were attacking New York then they'd be coming for us in London next!? And yet I couldn't stop watching it. I remember being too afraid to shower that night. Too afraid that I'd miss something when I was in there, or that something awful would happen right outside my door while I was in there, because suddenly anything was possible.
Weird times, yo!