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Not family stuff/bereavement, nor football, what's your most sh!t experience?
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Nibble
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- Jan 3, 2007
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Ringing my Brother in China to tell him our Mum was dead, ringing my Brother in China a few months later to tell him our Dad was dead, ringing my Brother in China the month after that to tell him our older brother had died aged 39. That was a bad few calls to make.
Getting attacked and literally fighting for my life against an Irish traveller with a screwdriver intent on taking my throat out. The scariest 3 mins of my life.
Getting attacked and literally fighting for my life against an Irish traveller with a screwdriver intent on taking my throat out. The scariest 3 mins of my life.
Mackenzie
Old Brightonian
Why did the Irish nutcase attack you?
BBassic
I changed this.
- Jul 28, 2011
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Its a tossup between these three:
1) Being dumped by my first love on my 18th birthday having just witnessed her slipping some other bloke the tongue.
2) Nearly dying in a five car pile-up on the way to an Oasis gig. Thankfully came out of that one with just a bit of a scar of my leg. Still made it to the gig.
3) Realising that some of the things I've told people at parties (thanks drugs, you dick) should probably have stayed unsaid. Seems like a great idea at the time, bonding with people and then you wake up and think "Oh, did I really tell RandomPerson #14 my deepest, most shameful secret?"
I think number one trumps it though.
1) Being dumped by my first love on my 18th birthday having just witnessed her slipping some other bloke the tongue.
2) Nearly dying in a five car pile-up on the way to an Oasis gig. Thankfully came out of that one with just a bit of a scar of my leg. Still made it to the gig.
3) Realising that some of the things I've told people at parties (thanks drugs, you dick) should probably have stayed unsaid. Seems like a great idea at the time, bonding with people and then you wake up and think "Oh, did I really tell RandomPerson #14 my deepest, most shameful secret?"
I think number one trumps it though.
Nibble
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I worked for the Brighton & Hove Crime Reduction Partnership at the time, he was stealing purses form bags in M&S (I think it was M&S), I made a stop on him and he kicked off big time. I quit the following week.
Worthingite
Sexy Pete... :D
The Wardley, up opposite st annes well gardens
pearl
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yes, this thread and the holiday thread is explaining a lot to me!
Biscuit Barrel
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I had a bad case of Bell's Palsy about 4 years ago. The left side of my face dropped and was completely paralyzed for a couple of months. Very scary and very painful.
As a result of the palsy I now have a condition called crocodile tear syndrome. My left eye and nostril run every time I eat anything. I have to have a botox injection in my eye every 3 months - not a lot of fun. This condition will last for the rest of my life.
As a result of the palsy I now have a condition called crocodile tear syndrome. My left eye and nostril run every time I eat anything. I have to have a botox injection in my eye every 3 months - not a lot of fun. This condition will last for the rest of my life.
It wasn't so much the knife to my throat that was a bit shit, but the fuzz taking my clothes (including a limited edition Quake 2 tee-shirt) and never returning them. I got the money back but not the clothes, ergo it was the police wot mugged me.
Mr Banana
Tedious chump
Burnt half my face off down West Street a few years ago. A real high point. I'm living a life of phenomenal solitude, so within the context of the abundance of absurdly grim moments that brings it didnae seem so bad, and it narrowly missed my eye and I look like a mistakenly-drawn cartoon of the elephant man anyway, so, ya know. Took a while to physically recover though. Also, burning skin smells rank.
So.CalGull
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Around 1990/1, I was working for Southern Publishing in North Road in the production dept.
I used to get the train from Seaford and then skate down to the office via Trafalgar, Sydney onto Robert St. There was a small newsagent between Kensington and Kensington Gardens that I would pick up numerous sandwiches, choccy bars and sustenance nearly every day for a few years. The day I decided to pick up the Chicken salad sandwich, in hindsight, may be my all time lowest few hours. Ever.
Every Thursday, we would have an Argus employee indoor football game at the sports place in Moulscoomb, up the hill opposite where Allan West used to be. Nice place, fairly new and reliable, we would have the left hand side of the downstairs area, always 10 or 12 of us, from production, editorial, photography dept. etc.
We would play for an hour, go upstairs for a pint then all head off about 7:30pm, I made my way to Moulscoomb Station to get the train back to Seaford, while waiting for the train, I got hungry, found my earlier Chicken Salad sarnie, and devoured it. No issues.
Got the train about 7:45 pm, changed at Lewes and sat down for the fairly short 20 minutes back to the Ford. From here, my memory is somewhat foggy. The information I write now, and retell to numerous guests at dinner, comes from witnesses that were called for the hearing from East Sussex Healthcare Service at Lewes Crown Court.
Apparently, I stood up and started acting in "weird and disturbing manor" stumbling in a way that was representative of someone under the influence of alcohol. I "vomited violently" then proceeded to "collapse and defecate himself in the door way of the carriage", remember these were the old trains where each aisle of seats had a door on the left and right, the kind of doors with the sliding down windows, which could remove fingers when slammed shut.
I am told we got to Newhaven Town where I was met by the Station Master, and escorted off the train. I was informed that I was not allowed back on the train due to my behaviour. So, here I am, stuck just outside Newhaven Town station, delirious and dripping in vomit and poop. There is a 2 hour gap in the reports at this time, no-one quite knows what happened but I was delivered back to Seaford and dropped off by the old Buckle pub, a solid mile walk from my house. My room mate quoted in court that "he came in the door about 11:30 pm. He was bleeding, covered in sick and shit." He called my parents, who came and took me to their house, I woke up 5 days later at EGH.
It turned out that the Chicken Salad sandwich was, to say the least contaminated. The owner of the little store was later prosecuted with changing the sell by date on his products. There were 5 of us that were struck down with Salmonella food poisoning. Two of the older victims died the other 3 of us pulled through due to our age and immune systems.
The one thing that sits with me to this day, is the amount of weight I lost in those 5 hospital days. 1.5 stone, or 21 pounds. All leaving the body via any exit it could find. Today, 25 years later, the first sign of any bad food and I am off to find the bog, tout suite. The three of us that lived, were interviewed by local and national media for weeks, the shop owner got a stretch, that was reduced on appeal.
I used to get the train from Seaford and then skate down to the office via Trafalgar, Sydney onto Robert St. There was a small newsagent between Kensington and Kensington Gardens that I would pick up numerous sandwiches, choccy bars and sustenance nearly every day for a few years. The day I decided to pick up the Chicken salad sandwich, in hindsight, may be my all time lowest few hours. Ever.
Every Thursday, we would have an Argus employee indoor football game at the sports place in Moulscoomb, up the hill opposite where Allan West used to be. Nice place, fairly new and reliable, we would have the left hand side of the downstairs area, always 10 or 12 of us, from production, editorial, photography dept. etc.
We would play for an hour, go upstairs for a pint then all head off about 7:30pm, I made my way to Moulscoomb Station to get the train back to Seaford, while waiting for the train, I got hungry, found my earlier Chicken Salad sarnie, and devoured it. No issues.
Got the train about 7:45 pm, changed at Lewes and sat down for the fairly short 20 minutes back to the Ford. From here, my memory is somewhat foggy. The information I write now, and retell to numerous guests at dinner, comes from witnesses that were called for the hearing from East Sussex Healthcare Service at Lewes Crown Court.
Apparently, I stood up and started acting in "weird and disturbing manor" stumbling in a way that was representative of someone under the influence of alcohol. I "vomited violently" then proceeded to "collapse and defecate himself in the door way of the carriage", remember these were the old trains where each aisle of seats had a door on the left and right, the kind of doors with the sliding down windows, which could remove fingers when slammed shut.
I am told we got to Newhaven Town where I was met by the Station Master, and escorted off the train. I was informed that I was not allowed back on the train due to my behaviour. So, here I am, stuck just outside Newhaven Town station, delirious and dripping in vomit and poop. There is a 2 hour gap in the reports at this time, no-one quite knows what happened but I was delivered back to Seaford and dropped off by the old Buckle pub, a solid mile walk from my house. My room mate quoted in court that "he came in the door about 11:30 pm. He was bleeding, covered in sick and shit." He called my parents, who came and took me to their house, I woke up 5 days later at EGH.
It turned out that the Chicken Salad sandwich was, to say the least contaminated. The owner of the little store was later prosecuted with changing the sell by date on his products. There were 5 of us that were struck down with Salmonella food poisoning. Two of the older victims died the other 3 of us pulled through due to our age and immune systems.
The one thing that sits with me to this day, is the amount of weight I lost in those 5 hospital days. 1.5 stone, or 21 pounds. All leaving the body via any exit it could find. Today, 25 years later, the first sign of any bad food and I am off to find the bog, tout suite. The three of us that lived, were interviewed by local and national media for weeks, the shop owner got a stretch, that was reduced on appeal.
jevs
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Splitting up with my wife, losing my home as a result and also getting suspended from work for something i didn't do.....all within 2 weeks of each other.
That was a low point in my life.
That was a low point in my life.
Shit, as they say it doesn't rain it pours! How's things at The Rockery these days? My Nan would take us there in the early 70's on the 5 from Patcham, such a magical place.
I'm not going into much detail but for me it has been the last year of my life. Everything is connected in some way and includes infidelity, formal grievances at work, alcoholism, sexual assaults, counseling, bullying, falling out VERY badly with a director at work, a bitter legal fight with my employer, being suspended and finally redundancy.
The last year has been like living in Eastenders !
EDIT - I'll add another. The hours I spent trying to find out if my kids and ex-wife were around Shoreham on THAT dreadful day.
The last year has been like living in Eastenders !
EDIT - I'll add another. The hours I spent trying to find out if my kids and ex-wife were around Shoreham on THAT dreadful day.
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pastafarian
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watching a bloke being stabbed to death when i was about 6 or 7 springs to mind.
was munching on a zoom lolly at the time......everytime i sucked on one after that i felt sick.....had to give up a delicious lollypop.
doesnt compare though to the day the local peado persuaded me to go back to his garage and look at his train set,then went off and locked me in.
horrendous experience considering how my old man and the local old bill dealt with him after it.
was munching on a zoom lolly at the time......everytime i sucked on one after that i felt sick.....had to give up a delicious lollypop.
doesnt compare though to the day the local peado persuaded me to go back to his garage and look at his train set,then went off and locked me in.
horrendous experience considering how my old man and the local old bill dealt with him after it.
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n1 gull
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Crikey I bet the poor sod doesn't take your calls anymore?
fat old seagull
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Your final paragraph is interesting, I still wake up sweating that I haven't handed in my college coursework, I left college in 2001
I get the same - and I left in 1983.
pearl
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From similar experiences I never ever presume someone is under the influence of drugs/alcohol. You are very lucky to be alive
Had a knife pulled on me in a scuffle in London, but thankfully managed to get away unscathed. It massively shook me up though.
Oh and the time I ran naked through a plate glass door (long story) - my arm (and thankfully nowhere else..) was all that got injured. But it was well and truly mangled. I've never seen so much blood and it was coming out of me. 45 minutes for the Ambulance to arrive.. nearly bled to death. Unfortunately, painkillers weren't an option and the A&E staff had to pull great big shards of plate-glass out of my forearm arm. I have never, ever known pain like it. I almost blacked out. I was lucky not to a) die b) lose my arm. I have a little nerve damage now but generally OK. I count my blessings.
Oh and the time I ran naked through a plate glass door (long story) - my arm (and thankfully nowhere else..) was all that got injured. But it was well and truly mangled. I've never seen so much blood and it was coming out of me. 45 minutes for the Ambulance to arrive.. nearly bled to death. Unfortunately, painkillers weren't an option and the A&E staff had to pull great big shards of plate-glass out of my forearm arm. I have never, ever known pain like it. I almost blacked out. I was lucky not to a) die b) lose my arm. I have a little nerve damage now but generally OK. I count my blessings.