Close but no chandelier
Many, many years ago I had a brief and not entirely successful stint working as an air conditioning engineer. One day I was working in a big factory, on top of a "cherry picker" hydraulic platform thingy, about 40 feet up in the air, fiddling about with a fuckin huge industrial air conditioning unit mounted under the ceiling.

What I had to do was, get on the walkie-talkie to my mate working up in the electrical control room, get him to disconnect the power to this aircon unit, then undo the covers and work on it in perfect safety without having to worry about the huge wires carrying large amounts of very dangerous three-phase electicity.

So, I checked with him that the power was off, took the cover off, and reached inside. Now then, who remembers that episode of Only Fools & Horses where they have to catch the chandelier in a blanket but are stood under the wrong one? Well, there were two big fuckin ceiling-mounted aircon units in this particular factory......

I have the faintest memory of feeling as if somebody had threaded huge red-hot wires through my body from my head to my feet, and was pulling me around like some kind of epileptic puppet. Whilst simultaneously setting fire to me. And hitting me with lots of hammers.

No tunnels with white light, although a lot of brown shite came cascading out of my own back tunnel I'm told. I don't actually remember a great deal about the next few days except shaking and crying a lot.
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Tue 30 Nov 2004, 17:36, Reply)