been a while since there's been an update...
so:
Julie's second blog
(with exciting revelation & climax of story!!!)
Edmund's site
An interview with James:
It was a cold, clear afternoon in Dublin. James Ryan was returning to work in the department of Communications, Marine and Natural Resources. As he was passing by Dawson Street, Pan Global 180, a Cargo Dc-10, crashed into the Hibernian Insurance building. James ran into the wreckage and is credited with saving the lives of fourteen people. In the aftermath of the crash, he was hailed as a hero in the tabloid press, but went missing shortly after. This is an interview conducted on the 11th February.
I can’t remember any of the crash but it’s ok, there’s people who do.
I’m definitely not a hero. I bet if I could remember what I was thinking it would be something along the lines of ‘I’m going to get so much sex off the back of this’
Anyone would do the same. Anyone with a job as boring as mine, anyway.
People who tell you you’re a hero don’t know you. People who know you tell you you’re mental, and ask you what the hell you were thinking.
A man I’ve never met thinks I killed his wife by dislodging rubble. It’s been conclusively proven that I couldn’t have. If I could remember any one thing I wish I could remember not doing that.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder isn’t much craic. It makes you sweat when you’re trying to sleep. And not remember things. And be afraid of mad things, like planes crashing into you.
Therapy’s really dull. Talking about yourself for an hour, feck that, tell me some cool psychology tricks. Are you reading my body language?
Psychologists don’t tell you their tricks. They’re like magicians that way. Only they don’t belong to the Magic circle.
Knowledge weighs nothing, and could save your life. I won a bet with my mate Shane by putting that in.
No-one understands metal fatigue. That’s crazy, they should really look into that.
Having people tell you you’ve done things you can’t remember doing is scary. That feeling that you might have had your hands off the controls keeps you awake at night.
Stay in school, kids, and say no to drugs! This is the only press thing I’ve ever done, best be responsible.
I have an arts degree in maths and French. I can tell you that 234 + 266 = 500 and that the French for rear view mirror is ‘retroviseur’. No one has ever asked me either of these things.
An arts degree is great. But you should really do something after. Avoid that job that’s so boring you end up getting involved in plane crashes just to put off going back to work.
As far as you’re concerned I saved people from a plane crash, and am worth interviewing. Me? I had some lunch, lost some time and woke up covered in dust on stephen’s green. Now I can’t sleep. I wouldn’t want to read about me.
Julie's second blog
(with exciting revelation & climax of story!!!)
Edmund's site
An interview with James:
It was a cold, clear afternoon in Dublin. James Ryan was returning to work in the department of Communications, Marine and Natural Resources. As he was passing by Dawson Street, Pan Global 180, a Cargo Dc-10, crashed into the Hibernian Insurance building. James ran into the wreckage and is credited with saving the lives of fourteen people. In the aftermath of the crash, he was hailed as a hero in the tabloid press, but went missing shortly after. This is an interview conducted on the 11th February.
I can’t remember any of the crash but it’s ok, there’s people who do.
I’m definitely not a hero. I bet if I could remember what I was thinking it would be something along the lines of ‘I’m going to get so much sex off the back of this’
Anyone would do the same. Anyone with a job as boring as mine, anyway.
People who tell you you’re a hero don’t know you. People who know you tell you you’re mental, and ask you what the hell you were thinking.
A man I’ve never met thinks I killed his wife by dislodging rubble. It’s been conclusively proven that I couldn’t have. If I could remember any one thing I wish I could remember not doing that.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder isn’t much craic. It makes you sweat when you’re trying to sleep. And not remember things. And be afraid of mad things, like planes crashing into you.
Therapy’s really dull. Talking about yourself for an hour, feck that, tell me some cool psychology tricks. Are you reading my body language?
Psychologists don’t tell you their tricks. They’re like magicians that way. Only they don’t belong to the Magic circle.
Knowledge weighs nothing, and could save your life. I won a bet with my mate Shane by putting that in.
No-one understands metal fatigue. That’s crazy, they should really look into that.
Having people tell you you’ve done things you can’t remember doing is scary. That feeling that you might have had your hands off the controls keeps you awake at night.
Stay in school, kids, and say no to drugs! This is the only press thing I’ve ever done, best be responsible.
I have an arts degree in maths and French. I can tell you that 234 + 266 = 500 and that the French for rear view mirror is ‘retroviseur’. No one has ever asked me either of these things.
An arts degree is great. But you should really do something after. Avoid that job that’s so boring you end up getting involved in plane crashes just to put off going back to work.
As far as you’re concerned I saved people from a plane crash, and am worth interviewing. Me? I had some lunch, lost some time and woke up covered in dust on stephen’s green. Now I can’t sleep. I wouldn’t want to read about me.
posted by Andy at 9:47 AM
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