Train crash telly...
Not necessarily an answer to the question, but I expect I probably was on telly... I just didn't see it.

It was October of the year 2000 and I resided in the trench that runs alongside the A1 and goes by the name of Hatfield. It had been a typically & tediously nondescript day when, whether simply unable to face passing through Hatfield, or just for the sake of shameless bandwagonism; a train took it upon itself to jump clear of the rails and slaughter a few passengers, just South of the station.

I heard little of the crash during the day, other than a smattering of excited chatter from the office chimps, but by the time I left work that evening the media vultures were massing in the skies above the run down, charity shop filled town and TV was there on mass hoping to capture shots of broken tracks splattered with bits of train.

I took my normal homeward-bound journey that meandered past the station, and smoked my normal homeward-bound spliff as I wandered through the knife-filled streets (this, in the days before knife-filled streets were de rigueur), reasoning as I did everyday that my inevitable mugging would be better faced stoned than sober (although the mugging ultimately turned out not to be, I'm very pleased to say).

It wasn't, therefore, until I reached the station itself that it all became far too apparent just how much of a media circus had gathered at the scene, with bright lights that offended my stoned eyes and intrusive cameras that fuelled my stoned paranoia. I pointed my face firmly floorwards and scuttled on through, hoping my red eyes wouldn't be captured by an electronic eye.

Five minutes later I'd reached the sanctuary of my home and fired up the old moving picture box to see a shot of the very bridge I'd just crept across. My stoned brain struggled to make sense of it, so I flicked onto another channel for some light relief and there, in the audience of some dreadful channel four student quiz shite, was the faces of my drunken flatmates gurning like idiots into the camera.

I decided that TV wasn't going to be my friend that day and hid in my room until I had to get up for work the next morning and face it all again.
( Moey, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 14:57, 4 replies)

Heh, fancy that!
I was born in Hatfield too.
Where were you in Hatfield? I was on the good 'ol Birchwood estate
( Axai is in Montréal, Canada O.o, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 19:42, closed)

All over.
I was in student digs, so mostly in the crap(per) parts of town.

My fondest memory is of being woken up one very hungover Sunday morning to discover several scrawny smack heads freely looting whatever wasn't tied down/too heavy to lift.

I was pleased to get of there. Very, very pleased!
( Moey, Tue 16 Jun 2009, 11:35, closed)

I like your writing style
*click*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 16 Jun 2009, 2:22, closed)

Thank you.
And likewise.
( Moey, Tue 16 Jun 2009, 11:36, closed)