I Remember

I remember...

Coming back from a work lunch to see the whole office clustered around the TV watching footage of planes hitting the World Trade Centre. A major tragedy.

Talking to my Mum and then my Dad about it on the phone. He sounded vague, disconnected. Just over a week later, he'd be dead. Why is dealing with that getting harder? Sometimes the small tragedies are harder than the big ones.

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Eavesdropping is fun. The Prince of Wales' press team are giving a pre-conference speech briefing to some pet journalists. I, a random business journalist at the same confernce, am getting a fascinating glimpse into the sown-up work of royal coverage...

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Well, the speech is done, and Prince Charles turned out to be witty, thoughtful and not a little controversial. I've bashed out a story on the speech and e-mailed it to the news editor, not that he's answering his phone right now. Bloody reporters.

Ah, I'm really in the middle of an American tourist's wet dream right now. I've just been watching a member of the Royal Family speak, and am now sat in a room with a superb view over London. listening to Big Ben chiming and looking at Westminster Abbey as darkness falls.

I suppose I'd better call the news editor again.