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Didn’t elect to take any government mandated jib jabs... ”
I once got a cut on my forehead from a sharp bit of tin foil on my hat. If it was 0.1mm wider the 5G nanobots would have got in.
As above, most involve roads and vehicles between age of 17 & 25.
Crashed motorbike (just a rubbish rider really) at least a couple of times, first one involved fish-tailing across the opposite carriageway, luckily on approach to town so just outside 30mph limit and oncoming traffic had time to dodge.
Advance a few years, now fast cars, 205 GTI, bombing along A84 by Loch Lubnaig, Donald of this parish in passenger seat, crest blind summit, road takes a sharp right, hard to do when you're airborne, thankfully back on road rather than cliff side and sharp change of direction.
Night out with folk from home, Hogmanay I think, minibus to next party, I sat by back of bus as it was a bit overcrowded, next thing I knew the back doors had swung open and I was hauled back inside.
Not really any grandparent stories. My dad did, however, get evacuated from Glasgow during WW2 - around 1941 - to relatives in ... New Zealand, that set have been a bit of a fraught, long sea journey with U-boats about.
If it was 0.1mm wider the 5G nanobots would have got in.
I was walking the kids to school and saw this sign on a lamppost. I dropped them off, went back to the car for my leatherman and took it down, so no one may stumble upon its ludicrous cobblers again. Misinformational disaster averted.
When I was 21 I was holding some logs for a mate who was cutting them, chainsaw bounced into my right arm, went right down to the bone and missed my main artery by 2mm.
Few very near misses on a motorbike including a head on collision
took it down, so no one may stumble upon its ludicrous cobblers again.
I love how it's all EU legislation they are rallying against, and that the website itself is a .EU domain.
I thought Brexit meant an end to all that!?
Not really any grandparent stories. My dad did, however, get evacuated from Glasgow during WW2 – around 1941 – to relatives in … New Zealand, that set have been a bit of a fraught, long sea journey with U-boats about.
Back in the late 80s, I guess, I was on a train, half asleep, and listening to the conversation between the two people sitting next to me. She was Dutch, and had been evacuated from one of the big cities in WW2 (I'm tempted to say Rotterdam, but it was a long time ago.) to a lovely house next to a bridge over a river. A short while later the bridge was one of those in Operation Market Garden. (As in the film A Bridge Too Far.)
Oh if we can include grandparents…!
If great grandparents are allowed…
My great grandmother on my father’s side grew up as an ethnic Armenian in Trabzon in Turkey. During the Armenian genocide an estimated 50,000 Armenian residents of the area were massacred through drowning, burning and shooting.
She and her sister were hidden in a church when people were rounded up. They were smuggled to Africa via the Black Sea. Her daughter, my Nan was born in a small town Atbara in Sudan where she had no formal citizenship until she met my Grandad. He was navigating Bristol Bombays for the RAF having survived his Wellington Bomber and Fairey Battle days in Europe, literally (and I mean literally) dodging bullets. She was in the RAF typing pool in Cairo and he convinced the RAF to grant her citizenship so he could bring her home to Blighty.
Then he died of bladder cancer aged 45.
Here's one from today:
Bathroom refurbing, involves moving a couple of downlights (fitted 15 years ago by a spark).
Went into the loft to be greeted by this, attached to a still functioning light.
