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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Another Girlfriend and Electricity Story
(Now Ex-)GF asked me to come 'round to her flat (for what I assumed would be totally different reasons to what I actually encountered) one evening after work, only to find she'd decided to decorate her hall ceiling. And she'd bought a new light fixing to go with the 'new look' - natuarally she assumed I would wire it up.
So I did - and being the safety concious lad I am, triped the main circuit braker to ensure that I didn't get done by some very dodgy looking 1950's wiring.
So I'm standing on a very old steplader, with the wrong size screwdriver (women!) when she decides to have a cup to tea. Right there at that specific point in time. So she (without telling me) goes over to the switch box, and flips the main circuit braker back in.
Needless to say I wasn't on the stepladder when she came back into the hallway - more slumped against the floor unable to bend my arm for atleast an hour.
Stupid cow.
( , Wed 1 Dec 2004, 21:29, Reply)
(Now Ex-)GF asked me to come 'round to her flat (for what I assumed would be totally different reasons to what I actually encountered) one evening after work, only to find she'd decided to decorate her hall ceiling. And she'd bought a new light fixing to go with the 'new look' - natuarally she assumed I would wire it up.
So I did - and being the safety concious lad I am, triped the main circuit braker to ensure that I didn't get done by some very dodgy looking 1950's wiring.
So I'm standing on a very old steplader, with the wrong size screwdriver (women!) when she decides to have a cup to tea. Right there at that specific point in time. So she (without telling me) goes over to the switch box, and flips the main circuit braker back in.
Needless to say I wasn't on the stepladder when she came back into the hallway - more slumped against the floor unable to bend my arm for atleast an hour.
Stupid cow.
( , Wed 1 Dec 2004, 21:29, Reply)
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