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I was in the pub on 9/11. I'd finished an early shift, got the bus home and called in at the local on my way back. When I walked in, a drunk and a woman were arguing at the bar about the best place in Spain to go on holiday. They were the first thing I saw. Then I noticed Cyril, a World War II veteran, and a cantakerous old bastard at times, sat there in the foreground. "Alright, Cyril?" "Sound." Having his seven pints prescription. I nodded at him and made my way to the bar. The drunk and the woman were stood at the bar. Benidorm, Majorca...firing names at each other. On the telly above the fruit machine I could see a skyscraper trailing smoke like a giant cigarette. "What's that?" "Dunno." I swear to God that at that moment, and in that pub, I was the only person who had any idea what was going on and even I didn't grasp it at first. And why am I telling you this now? Well, I've just watched part one of The Rotters Club and it made me think that I have seen all sides of these things. If you saw it, and you know me, you'll understand.