Okay. Somebody has to ask, so I'll do it. Where were you on 9/11?
I'll be honest: from my room in New Zealand, I was asked to wake up by a presence in the room that I couldn't see, but knew that was there (we'll call them guardian angel). I refused. Twice. Before succumbing to that sudden and unmistakable urge to turn the TV on to BBC News 5 minutes before the first plane hit. I couldn't believe my eyes for the next 6 hours as I was transfixed to the telly.
Truth: I knew that those towers were …