What? The tornado? Yeah, whatever. I survived a tornado. Whatever.
It struck the Albany area of Auckland yesterday, ripped through a shopping mall, and killed two people and injured quite a few more. It’s the sort of incident you see on the news and think ‘wow, I hope nobody I know was in Auckland’. But I BLOODY WAS. Except:
(a) I’d actually left Auckland for the afternoon, and I didn’t even know about it until I got back to Auckland and people were talking about it in the hotel;
(b) Disappointingly, nobody in the UK seemed to have heard about it. There has been a lot of extreme weather in the Pacific basin recently, and a tornado doesn’t really cut it as headline news any more; not in a week which has seen Osama bin Laden killed and Pippa Middleton’s bottom acquire several thousand Facebook fans. I received very few texts asking whether I had survived the extreme winds and subsequent carnage. My sister came through, and couple of friends, but that was it. I even resorted to mentioning it on Twitter in the hope I’d go down as a hero. I now regret sending a mailout to 250,000 people worldwide assuring them I was safe and well.
This morning the sky was a beautiful blue and life returned to normal, not least for me, as it hadn’t stopped being normal in the first place. Damn it, what do I have to do to get the outpouring of love and concern that my tender ego needs from time to time? I’m off to look for a forest fire or something.