I had a weird horrible sense of deja vu on Friday. I was at work and I happened to be in the studio when news of a plane crash came through. As we scrambled to find someone to talk about the crash on air I was sent back in time to the last time I helped out on Drive with a plane crash story – except that time – I went home and discovered it was my friend – in fact one of my best friends – who died in the crash.
I couldn’t help wondering as I googled for Mt Vernon – did I know anyone who might have been visiting the station that day? What horror would I find on my return home?
When I finally got home I was very relieved to find all my family safe.