I was a tad lucky there.....

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In 2004 on our way back from a stag party in Newcastle, 52 of us on a coach. The driver had cans of Stella in his glove box, I walked over to it and it was on the left at the front where the door is, on this occasion he had the door open flying down the motorway at 80mph, I leant in and grabbed a can of lager and casually walked back to my seat unbeknownst the door was open. Everybody said they had their hearts in their mouths watching. I was none the wiser.

I've been in a few car accidents and afterwards I thought I had died.

I was in the upper tier at Spurs standing at the very front and if we had scored that day I would've been thrown over the top.

I once got bodyslammed in the snow and my glasses broke, I was crawling along the snow trying to find them but wheezing for breath.
 

Lord Buddha said:
In 2004 on our way back from a stag party in Newcastle, 52 of us on a coach. The driver had cans of Stella in his glove box, I walked over to it and it was on the left at the front where the door is, on this occasion he had the door open flying down the motorway at 80mph, I leant in and grabbed a can of lager and casually walked back to my seat unbeknownst the door was open. Everybody said they had their hearts in their mouths watching. I was none the wiser.

I've been in a few car accidents and afterwards I thought I had died.

I was in the upper tier at Spurs standing at the very front and if we had scored that day I would've been thrown over the top.

I once got bodyslammed in the snow and my glasses broke, I was crawling along the snow trying to find them but wheezing for breath.
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I'd stay in more if I was you Mick (y)
 
To be honest, I was a bit of an idiot when I was younger. There's a train track that runs round near me, which takes the coal to Fiddlers Ferry Power Station. I used to get up alongside it when it stopped at the lights, throw my arms and legs over one of the hopper hooks, and ride the train till it next stopped, sometimes a few miles...... My head would likely be maybe 0.5m from the wheels...........

Other times, I would go to one of the bridges over the mersey, hang over the railings from my hands and shimmy right across, with the mersey about 50-60 feet below.

It makes me go cold when I think about it.
 
I've got loads really.

When i was 17 i was walking to kirkdale station on me bill towards the melrose abbey, fairly drunk hoping to get the last train home just listening to me ipod. I'm not fully concentrating on my surroundings when i look across the street and there's a firm of about 15 lads all about my age, they're all looking at me and one of them shouts something but obviously i can't here what was said,so i keep looking forward and walk on, as i get parralel with them i can see out of the corner of me eye two of them shout something then start crossing the street towards me, sobered me up a bit. Without even turning around i sprinted for a good 10 seconds before i could twist enough to look backwards and a few of them were legging right after me, luckily i was a fast runner and andrenaline alone gave me the stamina to eventually outrun them and eventually stop running, catch my breath and reflect. Not sure why i got chased like, i don't live around the area like so i doubt they thought i was someone else, did not fancy sticking around though!
 

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I've got loads really.

When i was 17 i was walking to kirkdale station on me bill towards the melrose abbey, fairly drunk hoping to get the last train home just listening to me ipod. I'm not fully concentrating on my surroundings when i look across the street and there's a firm of about 15 lads all about my age, they're all looking at me and one of them shouts something but obviously i can't here what was said,so i keep looking forward and walk on, as i get parralel with them i can see out of the corner of me eye two of them shout something then start crossing the street towards me, sobered me up a bit. Without even turning around i sprinted for a good 10 seconds before i could twist enough to look backwards and a few of them were legging right after me, luckily i was a fast runner and andrenaline alone gave me the stamina to eventually outrun them and eventually stop running, catch my breath and reflect. Not sure why i got chased like, i don't live around the area like so i doubt they thought i was someone else, did not fancy sticking around though!
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You'd dropped a fiver. They were trying to give it back to you.
 
Just had a spider drift down from the ceiling and land right on my keyboard about 6 inches from my face. I'm not normally afraid of spiders but seeing that come into my line of sight as I'm focusing on the screen made me jump up and scamper away.

I caught him in a paper towel and let him free outside. What a great guy I am.
 
OK...I'll tell a story on myself.

I had just bought my first new car, this was about 20 years ago. Prior to that I was driving an absolute POS, that was barely reliable enough to get me from point A to point B. Like an excursion outside of maybe a 10 mile radius from my house was really far for me to drive that car. So, anyway, I had just bought a new car that made me feel free as a bird...I was free to go where I wanted when I wanted. Ace feeling that after feeling trapped for two years by that dodgy Datsun.

One of my work mates told me about a party at one of his friends houses, so I was more than happy to go. We were there for a while, a few hours...maybe a bit more, and my friend said he and a few friends and girls were going back to his place, cause the party was really big and loud. I really had no idea where we were, so I followed them. When I got behind the wheel, I realized I was massively drunk, and had no business driving, but I was young and dumb and figured I'd be good...just focus on their car...simples, I'm just following. Anyway, I'm following, and he's going really slow. I'm drunk and impatient so I floor it and whip around him. Just having a laugh. Little did I know that there was a cop car behind me when I did this.

He lights me up, and I pull into the next parking lot. Here I am less than one week in my brand new car, and I'm facing a DUI. I make the cardinal mistake of getting out...YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THE CAR YOU IDIOT...I told myself that after I'd already committed. I have my license and insurance ready for the cop. He takes them and asks if I've been drinking. I said no sir...even though I know I was slurring my speech and I could barely stand up straight...and I probably looked like hell warmed over. He takes my license and runs it...nothing on my squeaky clean record, so I'm not worried about that. However, I am completely drunk, and the adrenaline is wearing off from the initial shock of being pulled over. If I could have, I would have curled up in the back seat and passed out.

He comes back and hands me my license and insurance and asks me 'Why are you driving like an idiot?' I can't remember exactly what I said, but I know I mentioned I had just bought a new car. He turns off the flash light and says 'Stop driving like and idiot' turns around and walks back to his car...letting me go.

So here I am completely drunk...no handy cell phone...no idea where I am. I calmly get in the car and drive away, and start looking for my friends. I eventually find them what seems like hours later (probably more like 15 minutes), and we eventually end up back at his place. I don't know why that cop let me off...he HAD to know I was drunk. I think it was just a different time in the world that saved my bacon that night. He was probably thinking young lad, brand new car, clean record...I don't want to ruin his young life for being stupid. Anyway, long story...don't drink and drive lads.
 
ilikecheese said:
OK...I'll tell a story on myself.

I had just bought my first new car, this was about 20 years ago. Prior to that I was driving an absolute POS, that was barely reliable enough to get me from point A to point B. Like an excursion outside of maybe a 10 mile radius from my house was really far for me to drive that car. So, anyway, I had just bought a new car that made me feel free as a bird...I was free to go where I wanted when I wanted. Ace feeling that after feeling trapped for two years by that dodgy Datsun.

One of my work mates told me about a party at one of his friends houses, so I was more than happy to go. We were there for a while, a few hours...maybe a bit more, and my friend said he and a few friends and girls were going back to his place, cause the party was really big and loud. I really had no idea where we were, so I followed them. When I got behind the wheel, I realized I was massively drunk, and had no business driving, but I was young and dumb and figured I'd be good...just focus on their car...simples, I'm just following. Anyway, I'm following, and he's going really slow. I'm drunk and impatient so I floor it and whip around him. Just having a laugh. Little did I know that there was a cop car behind me when I did this.

He lights me up, and I pull into the next parking lot. Here I am less than one week in my brand new car, and I'm facing a DUI. I make the cardinal mistake of getting out...YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THE CAR YOU IDIOT...I told myself that after I'd already committed. I have my license and insurance ready for the cop. He takes them and asks if I've been drinking. I said no sir...even though I know I was slurring my speech and I could barely stand up straight...and I probably looked like hell warmed over. He takes my license and runs it...nothing on my squeaky clean record, so I'm not worried about that. However, I am completely drunk, and the adrenaline is wearing off from the initial shock of being pulled over. If I could have, I would have curled up in the back seat and passed out.

He comes back and hands me my license and insurance and asks me 'Why are you driving like an idiot?' I can't remember exactly what I said, but I know I mentioned I had just bought a new car. He turns off the flash light and says 'Stop driving like and idiot' turns around and walks back to his car...letting me go.

So here I am completely drunk...no handy cell phone...no idea where I am. I calmly get in the car and drive away, and start looking for my friends. I eventually find them what seems like hours later (probably more like 15 minutes), and we eventually end up back at his place. I don't know why that cop let me off...he HAD to know I was drunk. I think it was just a different time in the world that saved my bacon that night. He was probably thinking young lad, brand new car, clean record...I don't want to ruin his young life for being stupid. Anyway, long story...don't drink and drive lads.
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If that was the case then he should be discharged... didn't want to ruin your life? What if you'd had an accident that night? What about the lives of the people involved?

Not having a go at you, i've driven before when over the limit (but not steaming drunk or anything), or anyone else, people make stupid mistakes, but that coppers job is to protect the people by preventing things like that becoming a tragedy, and he did the exact opposite that night.
 
Philw said:
If that was the case then he should be discharged... didn't want to ruin your life? What if you'd had an accident that night? What about the lives of the people involved?

Not having a go at you, i've driven before when over the limit (but not steaming drunk or anything), or anyone else, people make stupid mistakes, but that coppers job is to protect the people by preventing things like that becoming a tragedy, and he did the exact opposite that night.
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*Contacts relevant authorities*
 

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