June 26th, 2009

Fishy Circumstances

Where and when

You know those "where were you when..." questions? Those were my first thought when, going down an escalator at Liverpool Street Station, two drunk guys in suits going down the stairs beside us asked us if we'd heard that Michael Jackson was dead.

A few stations later, C. could check the news. It was uncertain. We overheard snippets of conversation. "He's dead", they said, nameless, looking at their phone and talking to neighbors and friends. By the time we made it home, the BBC was willing to commit. I am so rarely conscious of news stories as they develop. Also, very few random people ever pause to pass on news items.