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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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A young(er) emvee woke up in good time to make it to work at his very important techie job in the city and after a cup of tea and some breakfast, made the executive decision to go back to bed and have a spliff before work so as to miss the morning crush on the tube. After all, his manager wasn't going to be in the office until that afternoon and he knew that there wasn't that much work going on what with it being the summer and all. So a leisurely smoke to BBC Breakfast News followed, then emvee pulled on his trousers and made his way to Kentish Town station only to be met by the staff pulling the big metal gates shut across the entrance. He overheard one of them saying something about "explosions on the line" and promptly turned around, walked home again, got back into bed, rolled another spliff (this time quite a bit fatter) and turned the news back on. Taking in the specifics of the attack he was struck by the fact that his route to work would have taken him through two of the lines that were hit, near King's Cross and Liverpool Street, counted his lucky stars and walked to his girlfriend's pub in Soho, where he spent the rest of the day.
( , Mon 8 Jul 2013, 16:56, 6 replies)
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I concur.
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( , Mon 8 Jul 2013, 18:21, closed)
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Fuck this shit.
( , Mon 8 Jul 2013, 19:33, closed)
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