Lucky Escapes
Freddie Woo says: Looking back on it, the moment when we left the road because I was trying to get the demister to work, regaining control just in time to miss a tree probably wasn't my finest bit of driving, nor my cleanest pair of pants. Tell us about your lucky escapes
( , Thu 4 Jul 2013, 15:44)
Freddie Woo says: Looking back on it, the moment when we left the road because I was trying to get the demister to work, regaining control just in time to miss a tree probably wasn't my finest bit of driving, nor my cleanest pair of pants. Tell us about your lucky escapes
( , Thu 4 Jul 2013, 15:44)
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None for us thanks.
Some friends got in car crash in a run-down area of central Africa. They were a bit bashed up, but nothing too serious.
They got taken to a nearby hospital and placed on a packed, filthy ward filled with dying and emaciated men. The three of them were given a single stained bed at the end of the room, and then were left for several hours. As it got dark, two of them managed to drift off, but the one sat on the floor was too uncomfortable to sleep, which turned out to be quite fortunate.
A man in hospital scrubs finally came onto the ward. My mate watched him check each moaning or dozing patient in turn, moving from bed to bed in the gloom. As he got nearer, it became apparent that he was injecting them all with something – fill the syringe, find a vein, inject, repeat. The same syringe. All the way down the ward. Some 50-odd sick and dying people.
He got to my friends’ bed and said cheerily “Something to help you sleep?”, waving the dirty, blood-covered needle at the only one who was awake. He politely declined on behalf of all of them.
Being British, he even managed to apologise.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 11:56, 5 replies)
Some friends got in car crash in a run-down area of central Africa. They were a bit bashed up, but nothing too serious.
They got taken to a nearby hospital and placed on a packed, filthy ward filled with dying and emaciated men. The three of them were given a single stained bed at the end of the room, and then were left for several hours. As it got dark, two of them managed to drift off, but the one sat on the floor was too uncomfortable to sleep, which turned out to be quite fortunate.
A man in hospital scrubs finally came onto the ward. My mate watched him check each moaning or dozing patient in turn, moving from bed to bed in the gloom. As he got nearer, it became apparent that he was injecting them all with something – fill the syringe, find a vein, inject, repeat. The same syringe. All the way down the ward. Some 50-odd sick and dying people.
He got to my friends’ bed and said cheerily “Something to help you sleep?”, waving the dirty, blood-covered needle at the only one who was awake. He politely declined on behalf of all of them.
Being British, he even managed to apologise.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 11:56, 5 replies)
Huzzah.
It's ages since I heard this particular urban legend. Thanks, qftw. Thftw.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 12:27, closed)
It's ages since I heard this particular urban legend. Thanks, qftw. Thftw.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 12:27, closed)
IT HAPPENED TO A MAN I VAGUELY KNOW IN THE PUB
God, how much more validation do you need?
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 13:04, closed)
God, how much more validation do you need?
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 13:04, closed)
nodding terms vague or see the tits on that/[insert football tem] did well last night?
You once upset their pint and nearly had a fight vague
( , Sat 6 Jul 2013, 12:34, closed)
You once upset their pint and nearly had a fight vague
( , Sat 6 Jul 2013, 12:34, closed)
These are the sort of efficiencies that the NHS should be making.
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