Nigel Brennan

Fuck knows.

I've got no idea.

Like, Google it.

And that was, I guess, the crushing point where they're like, well, we need a phone number.

And it's just like, well, the only phone number I can remember is my mum and dad's landline.

And they have no idea that I'm in Somalia.

Oh, dearie me.

But they said, we're basically going to demand a ransom, and if it's not paid within 24 hours, we'll execute you.

Ah, like, I think, like, even trying to contemplate that or is this a bluff?

Is this true?

I've then got thoughts of, you know, Daniel Pearl running through my head and other journalists who'd been executed.

And it's just like, am I going to end up as like a propaganda video for the world to see?

which was terrifying.

Not only scary, but obviously if my family would have to sit and watch that, that would just be soul-destroying.

You know, later that night, we were allowed to actually leave the room and sit outside on a mat outside.

And it was dark and sitting outside smoking and talking to Amanda.

And obviously the guys that had taken us were listening to the BB World Service in Somali.

And I can remember hearing Australian-Canadian journalists kidnapped.

And it's just like there's the hand grenade that I've just lobbed into my family's home.

literally just lobbed a hand grenade and someone's going to have to jump on it.