A friend came into the shop to tell me what was happening and then my boss made me turn off all the music we were playing behind the entertainment counter in case we upset anybody

I started at University a week later

listening to the radio, and the newsflashes, and then fielding calls from friends of the boss once there was some idea about what had happened.

Then I had to meet my boyfriend who I had got back with the day before, and he went off on some rant about muslims. And then we went to his friend's house, who was really stoned, and like 'my god, man, have you been watching the tv?'

I don't think I saw any actual footage of the attacks until about three years later. Not sure why.

had just finished school and was looking for a job. i remember on the specific day i was sat watching the news and waiting for her to get ready so we could go to tescos when the first reports came in. so i got to see the whole thing as it happened.

when one of the ladies' husbands rang in to say what was happening. I spent the rest of the day skiving off and watching it on tele in the rest room. Then I went and watched Hendon lose 2-1 to Bedford Town, Chris Sparks getting himself sent off (the useless cunt). When I eventually got home I stayed up until about 5am watching News 24.

I think we were watching Josie & The Pussycats.

watching the whole thing from the departure lounge window. We were due to catch an early morning flight back to the UK having spent a rather wonderful week in New York.

and some teacher came running in with an old transistor radio and a fresh candle, and we all crowded round listening to it eating bread and dripping.

I left work at lunchtime just before the planes hit and then we didn't really know what happened until the evening when we were sorting out going to the gig.

It was a bit empty that night. I despaired that so many people immediately became such a bunch of fucking pussies, too scared to go on public transport and stuff.

nottingham car park. so i was at the garage. doh.

but nobody told us anything. Or in my next class. And then I went home and played Brian Lara Cricket for an hour or so before my Dad came in and said 'have you seen the news? planes have flown into the world trade center' and I was like 'oh right. what is the world trade center?' and then I watched it on TV.

One of the guys from the warehouse came into the office and told us what he'd heard on the radio so we turned on the TV.
Our boss was stuck at Chicago airport for ages.

our drummer didn't want to come because he wanted to watch it on tv, and singer didn't come because his mum wouldn't let him leave the house in case he got blown up.

i first heard the news on the radio on the bus home from school. for about a minute i thought it was an elaborate mark and lard joke.

asleep, predictably. Then me heard there was some commotion in the lounge, and wandered in to see the second plane hitting.

There were Americans in that room talking about getting hold of shotguns and 'going to war,' whatever that meant at the time.

then when my dad picked me and my brother up from school he told us that 2 planes had flown into some buildings and that was all he said

and you can't prove otherwise

before doing my UCAS form. Was an odd day.

duh..

died that morning so my parents had to fly to Ireland that afternoon, they were about an hour off from being grounded at the airport.

So I was in a misreable mood anyway, and it was my first day of sixth form - I got home and got a text from someone saying "TURN ON YOUR TV!" and watched it for the rest of the afternoon.

I went to see Moulin Rouge in the evening.

and buying a salty cheeseburger in Reykjavik (ouside Seltjarnarnes pool), barely able to open my eyes.

DARKSIDE.

amazingly, nobody knew anything about what had happened until the end of the day. The teachers told us when Jill Dando got shot, but not when 3,000 people were killed. Our school was really bizarre at times.

Watching it all unfold on tv, becoming more and more gobsmacked as each event unfolded.

We had lots of Americans in for a conference and it was horrible to see them not be able to get their loved ones on the phone/unable to get flights home that week.

Most of them were based in LA though, not NY.

besides I don't have the motive...

We were watching it all happen in the little common room thing. I went to a college that was almost entirely aisian, and there were mixed reactions to the events. I remember thinking that this could be the event that kickstarted the end of the world, so I phoned my mum. I smoked a fair amount of green back then.

in my 2nd week of my first job after leaving school. i went to get some water and some girl said "a plane's crashed into them towers in new york" and i thought she meant a micro-lite or something, so i went to the staff room to watch the news and it was a total 'holy shit' moment.

I heard about it on Mark & Lard's show, so went down and put the big screen on in the pub. Pretty incredible scenes.

Before this, I'd never actually heard of the 'twin towers' to be honest. Oh well.

assuming that my girlfriend of the time was being an idiot. Because she is/was a bit of one. Tiswas.

To conclude, driving without due care and attention.

Another friend was watching TV in the other room and told us to switch over; we did. I don't think we ever finished that game.

eating cake and didn't really get it at first.
They showed the plane on tv and I thought that it looked pretty safe.
Also, I didn't know what the Twin Towers were, I thought it was just two weather stations somewhere far away.

In a hotel in the Nevada desert enroute to Vegas. An alarm went off in the hotel, unsure of what was going on, we turned on the tele and watched it all happening in disbelief. We arrived in Vegas later that day and all the huge signs outside the big hotels said stuff like "God Bless America" and "In God We Trust".

i saw it on the TV when i got home, and, similarly to when diana died, i was annoyed that i couldn't watch any cartoons.

and our teacher put the news on on the television in there. most of the kids around me were torn between trying to understand what was happening and gazing in wonderment at the explosions.

and turned on the radio to hear the words "America is under attack". I immediately thought of nuclear bombs and it was probably the scariest moment of my life.