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Monthly Archives: June 2009

//June

Michael Jackson Fever, fuelled by us. I don’t get it.

By | June 30th, 2009|Categories: Uncategorized|

  I admit I was up late after hearing that Michael Jackson was taken into hospital with cardiac arrest, poised at the pc tapping frantically into various news sites and radio stations. I was waiting for more information to say what had actually happened. Then suddenly the news came in on Twitter that TMZ.com (the celebrity gossip website) had announced that MJ had died. Stunned, I looked at the screen in disbelief; it could be another hoax, I thought, it’s happened before. The acquired knowledge that Michael Jackson was dead was already taking over the internet. On facebook and twitter, people were repeating the accounts of TMZ; many people were typing RIP Michael Jackson. It was frantic, Twitter was overloaded several times. Like a panther waiting to pounce I was listening to the news and anxiously checking websites. All of my friends were still awake, all talking to each other, fearful about the news. One of my friends on facebook chat was waiting for a call to talk live on the radio about it. We were all eager to find [...]

The BR Gatekeeper

By | June 14th, 2009|Categories: Uncategorized|

  The air was as hot and sticky as I felt, rushing to get to the station on time. People chattering all around the building, hustling, rushing to get to their destination, it unnerved me for some reason. Finally I reached the front of the long queue in the line for tickets with minutes to spare to catch the train, where I was confronted by a woman who actually looked like a witch with her long chin and long very dark hair. “One child ticket and a platform ticket please.” I asked politely. “A platform ticket?” she enquired, looking at me over the top of her thick black framed spectacles. “Yes, I wish to see my son on to the train.” I explained… wondering why I even needed to “Oh, we don’t do platform tickets.” She replied with a wave of her hand as she typed in the ticket required for my son’s journey. I thought this was strange but being in a hurry and not being an avid public transport user, I took it that the wicked witch of [...]