April 15th, 2009

breaking bad

20 years ago today - the Hillsborough disaster

Hillsborough survivor testimonies in the Observer worth a read

I had been in tight crowds before, but this was different. A silence was falling over the people around me. Some were hyperventilating, others were fainting. I was starting to panic now, but I was stuck. The pressure was tightening like a vice. My eyes began searching for police, or stewards, but no one was coming. Slowly, my legs, my backside, my arms and finally my chest went numb. One ear was folded in against my cheekbone by the head of a man to my right. I could move my head, my eyes and my mouth, and no more. My right foot seemed to move involuntarily, until I realised it wasn't on the ground but planted on the calf of a man in front of me. I had never felt anything like this before: not on the Kop, not at Wembley. And it was about to get worse.

It's very vividly written.

It was then that I caught the eye of a policeman just the other side of the fence. It was an unmistakable, meaningful moment: because for four or five seconds, across the heads of scores of people, we looked each other in the eye. I lost him when I mouthed the words, "Help us." He smiled to himself and shook his head at me, and walked on, a little uncertainly.
breaking bad

Different identities

I've put a dreamwidth disposition on. I'm terribly bad at getting acclimatised to new things though. I'll see how I can get used ot it.

This blog post (via metafilter) is about the silly names that radio presenters have on NPR in the States. No idea. But the method for determining your 'NPR' name is funny:
You take your middle initial and insert it somewhere into your first name. Then you add on the smallest foreign town you’ve ever visited.

Mine would be Almison Lautrec which is a great name isn't it? Well, for some definitions of 'great'. I may use it as a pseudonym.