Six years on and people are still dying all right. Hundreds of thousands of them. I don't want to tread on anyone's sensitivities on this of all days, but I'm getting slightly impatient about this annual recapitulation of US self-pity. What happened on that day was a terrible thing, but there are millions of loved ones in the Middle East and Afghanistan who don't get memorial services, insurance payouts, compensation, readings of names and all that. Since approximately Sept 12 2002 I've been thinking of them a lot more. Apologies.