I was thinking purely in bike terms ... I agree .... taxi driving is a tough gig .... especially weekend nights ! I'd have to be very desperate for work to take that on .
Speed cameras have never had anything to do with road safety, certainly not in Dorset anyway, the vans are located on stretches of road to rake in the most revenue. No coincidence that the county also has one of the highest charges for the driver awareness courses too
I can believe this. I was once cutting the insulation off an electrical cable using a particularly bad technique with the knife (awkward angle). I stabbed myself through the leg but didn't feel a thing. I noticed a red liquid on the blade as I continued. That's when the penny dropped. I noticed blood all over my boots and my calf cramped up as I tried to walk off.... A lot of blood by crikey
As a butcher in the 80's and 90's I used to get and see loads - worst was my mate next to me in the boning hall, stabbed himself in the thigh through a main artery. What normally happened was we'd nip to the local GP and she'd pop a few stiches in. This time she cancelled her surgery and rode in the back of the meat van to the hospital with him to stem the bleeding. He had a very impressive foot long scar from that one. My GF was until recently a wound specialist in Glasgow - nuff said! She could trump that 1000 times.
Awful. Truly awful and I don’t want to make light of the content of your post.......but, where the hell is there a village anywhere near where you live?
You are right about being stabbed and not knowing. In 1985 just before we got married Dawn and I had been to London for a festival and left early to get the tube back to our b&b when we got attacked by a bunch of lads, they grabbed Dawns bag and I fought back, daft I know, but instinct. Only when I got up did I realise I had been knifed in the back. Few hours in hospital, 49 stitches later, doctor says I was lucky the bone stopped it going too deep.
They are all called villages, Bedfont, Stanwell (where the accident was), stanwell moor, wraysbury, Horton, Hatton...... we just don't have nice rolling hills and countryside. I'm just the other side of the A30, by the train symbol bottom right.
I've seen quite a few stabbings...... it's normally the "tough guy" who's getting stabbed and he thinks he won when they run away. 'orrible little scrots normally doing the stabbing. Pubs or clubs... "helped on the door" type work years ago... mainly 'cause I'm a wide/fat bash'tard rather than a bruiser It really was/is hard to get in if I said no and didn't move.
Your beginning to sound like my buddies.... Always get told that they will 'see me their' whenever we go anywhere but I have managed to keep up with 2x600 Yamaha's and a Blackbird so far..
I know. Definitely very lucky there. Either the system wasn't fully commissioned or the camera misread my number plate. The reason I think the latter is because when I got to the airport I had booked parking. There is an ANPR camera system that scans your reg and lifts the barrier. It didn't recognise my plate so when I pressed the button for assistance with my booking reference, the man said it was misreading a letter O (Oscar) for a zero And it's not the first time, in fact it's all the time.
