Near Death Experiences
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Aberyst....Mid-Wales 2003
my friends and i were on a beach in wales for someone's birthday...
there were some very tall cliffs on this beach and we were all sat underneath them. one of blokes (who was showing off to some girl we wanted to shag) decided to climb said cliffs. now these were covered in huge pieces of *heavy* slate rock.
up he goes...almost to the top...
...DOWN comes a single *massive* boulder of slate...
there were about 30 people in the group, all sitting under the cliffs. the boulder thunders down the cliff hits a lip and is flung, sharp corner first, into *MY* back. Cue loud scream from me.
*blood*
*rushed to hospital*
boulder *just* misses my lungs and spine. i refuse to sit under cliffs now...but i have a great scar!
i kept the slate. he's called mick jagged and he lives on a rockery in my garden. he weighs just over 5stone :)
( , Tue 30 Nov 2004, 17:24, Reply)
my friends and i were on a beach in wales for someone's birthday...
there were some very tall cliffs on this beach and we were all sat underneath them. one of blokes (who was showing off to some girl we wanted to shag) decided to climb said cliffs. now these were covered in huge pieces of *heavy* slate rock.
up he goes...almost to the top...
...DOWN comes a single *massive* boulder of slate...
there were about 30 people in the group, all sitting under the cliffs. the boulder thunders down the cliff hits a lip and is flung, sharp corner first, into *MY* back. Cue loud scream from me.
*blood*
*rushed to hospital*
boulder *just* misses my lungs and spine. i refuse to sit under cliffs now...but i have a great scar!
i kept the slate. he's called mick jagged and he lives on a rockery in my garden. he weighs just over 5stone :)
( , Tue 30 Nov 2004, 17:24, Reply)
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