Dangerous or Scary Situations.........?
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Gorvid said:
Tell us about it a bit......(*on edge of seat*)
nothing too major really....some bangs a couple of hundred yards away and a bit of running around......i was lucky though, a couple of months later they got a direct hit on a couple of our Harriers
www.defenseindustrydaily.com/2005/10/harriers-hit-in-kandahar/index.php
Nick P said:
Tell us about it a bit......(*on edge of seat*)
nothing too major really....some bangs a couple of hundred yards away and a bit of running around......i was lucky though, a couple of months later they got a direct hit on a couple of our Harriers
www.defenseindustrydaily.com/2005/10/harriers-hit-in-kandahar/index.php
as predicted - that was nothing compared to "the birthday situation".
srebbe64 said:
Tell us about it a bit......(*on edge of seat*)
nothing too major really....some bangs a couple of hundred yards away and a bit of running around......i was lucky though, a couple of months later they got a direct hit on a couple of our Harriers
www.defenseindustrydaily.com/2005/10/harriers-hit-in-kandahar/index.php
as predicted - that was nothing compared to "the birthday situation".
my mum AND Mrs P share the same birthday, imagine if i forgot that day???? I would be in a world of shit
One that immediately springs to mind was in a pub near South Norwood, many years ago.
We were down in London for a United game back in 1993 (I think) back in the days when Ryan Giggs and Lee Sharpe were still fresh faced. The night before the game, we got into a ropey looking pub that had an unsavioury atmosphere. There were girls in there though, and they served beer, so needless to say, we got settled in.
The lad I was with has got a gob, to say the least. As we chatted to a selection of munters, he starts to make out that we were Lee Sharpe and Ryan Giggs.
(? W T F ?)
We were playing the next day, according to him
and as more beer sank the lies became broader than the atlantic.
You know how it is, the more pissed you get, the less you are aware of what is going on.
Cue... the then realisation that we were in a pub full of squaddies. Squaddies that were Leeds United fans and had tattoos of barbed wire on their throats.
"Get the
bastards" came the warcry from the outnumbering gang of pissed up lads.
We knew what was coming so decided to walk calmly towards the back of the pub where there was a door. Preparing to leg it once we opened the door, imagine the pleasant suprise I got when the door was locked.
I'm gonna die in this pub, I remember thinking to myself.
Bizzarly, we turned and walked calmly through the 20+ group of lads and walked back out the front door.
I cannot, to this day, believe how we got out of there without an exchange of punches and kicks.
I'll assume God was supporting Man United that weekend.
Cheers Mr God!
We were down in London for a United game back in 1993 (I think) back in the days when Ryan Giggs and Lee Sharpe were still fresh faced. The night before the game, we got into a ropey looking pub that had an unsavioury atmosphere. There were girls in there though, and they served beer, so needless to say, we got settled in.
The lad I was with has got a gob, to say the least. As we chatted to a selection of munters, he starts to make out that we were Lee Sharpe and Ryan Giggs.
(? W T F ?) We were playing the next day, according to him
and as more beer sank the lies became broader than the atlantic. You know how it is, the more pissed you get, the less you are aware of what is going on.
Cue... the then realisation that we were in a pub full of squaddies. Squaddies that were Leeds United fans and had tattoos of barbed wire on their throats.
"Get the
bastards" came the warcry from the outnumbering gang of pissed up lads. We knew what was coming so decided to walk calmly towards the back of the pub where there was a door. Preparing to leg it once we opened the door, imagine the pleasant suprise I got when the door was locked.
I'm gonna die in this pub, I remember thinking to myself.
Bizzarly, we turned and walked calmly through the 20+ group of lads and walked back out the front door.
I cannot, to this day, believe how we got out of there without an exchange of punches and kicks.
I'll assume God was supporting Man United that weekend.
Cheers Mr God! When I was at Sheffield Uni a friend and I got mugged on the way home from a nightclub, at around 3am. Four guys came up to us and started asking for slices of our pizza. As we were drunk we just answered back with "feck off" and the like, which with hindsight was a bit of a mistake. I ended up £10 lighter and my friend took a bit of a beating (don't know why they didn't go for me as I'm even smaller than my friend).
Funnily enough I saw one of the guys who did us over a couple of months later. He was with another bloke whilst I was with my footy mates. He apologised...
Funnily enough I saw one of the guys who did us over a couple of months later. He was with another bloke whilst I was with my footy mates. He apologised...
Many years ago I was just hanging around with one of my dodgier mates and ended up at his dodgy mates place, erm, 'performing a business transaction'.. anyway I think this guy could see that I was a fish out of water and decided to have a bit of fun with me... with his revolver. I kept tellimg myself it couldnt be loaded, he wasnt going to do anything etc. etc. etc. but none of it made any difference when you're staring back at some nutter pointing soemthing bad at you. I don't remember the guys face now but I can still see that lump of metal like a poloriod 
One night, a couple of years back, I was sat in my student house, upstairs, doing a bit of work when the doorbell goes. It's pretty late and as I'm on my own, I don't answer it and if it was any of my friends they would probably have called beforehand, anyway they ring the bell and knock a bit more then go away. I think at this point I did try to contact one of the people I lived with but couldn't get hold of them. Anyway about 10mns or so later there's more knocking etc and a bang. At this point I'm hoping that it's just one of my housemates coming in rather noisily and I can hear 2 people downstairs. Then one of them comes up the stairs, and my door opens and I'm confronted, not by one of my housemates but a burglar instead...
He sees me and scarpers with the other one and I'm onto the police and in about 2 mins I have about 8 policepeople in the hallway. The strangest moment was when I went downstairs once the police had arrived (I had no idea whether they were still in the house or not) and the tv was still there!
I moved out the next day.
Could have been a heck of a lot worse, because there is no way I could have defended myself against them, but anyway good things came of it in the end.
Also pretty scary was seeing chassis 33 strapped to a spinal board. A kinda well I think he's ok but arg what do I do if he isn't situation (bearing in mind his parents were out of the country at the time). I am still utterly mystified how I held it together that day but I did somehow.
He sees me and scarpers with the other one and I'm onto the police and in about 2 mins I have about 8 policepeople in the hallway. The strangest moment was when I went downstairs once the police had arrived (I had no idea whether they were still in the house or not) and the tv was still there!
I moved out the next day.
Could have been a heck of a lot worse, because there is no way I could have defended myself against them, but anyway good things came of it in the end.
Also pretty scary was seeing chassis 33 strapped to a spinal board. A kinda well I think he's ok but arg what do I do if he isn't situation (bearing in mind his parents were out of the country at the time). I am still utterly mystified how I held it together that day but I did somehow.
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