Scary Stuff
Me and a couple of mates had gone to the old Academy in Birmingham for a gig. And a brilliant gig it was, too. Unfortunately it was a curfew night so we skipped out into the warm Summers evening and onto the train. It was only once we got on the train that our phones started going off with messages and voicemails from parents asking if we’re ok and begging us to get in touch. Pah, we thought, silly parents being all overprotective. We soon found out that there had been a bomb scare in Birmingham and the whole of the town centre had been evacuated, with the incident occurring just around the corner from the Academy. Apparently ‘they’ thought us in the Academy would be ok as it was underground. Charming. In hindsight, it was strange that there was no one other than sweaty hyper gig goers on the street.
I know it’s not a narrow escape as nothing actually happened but it was still a scary moment.

I also came within a hairs breadth of stabbing a wee toddler with a couple of screwdrivers while working in a well known overpriced card shop. I did a big sick after that incident.
(Beacon, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 16:16, 3 replies)

Um
How does one almost stab a wee bebbie with screwdrivers in an overpriced card shop? Intriguing, hopefully not purposely.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 6:19, closed)

With great difficulty
I had been doing DIY (stupid overpriced card shop would never hire a handy man), and rounded a corner without looking where I was going and fell on this lad in his pushchair. The Mom was lovely about it; I don't think she'd spotted the makeshift death weapons in my hand. Urgh, it still makes me shiver, that one.
(Beacon, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 10:44, closed)

Ah
DIY will do it everytime.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 23:42, closed)