Being on a tube train going through Kings Cross station, London, in 1987 minutes before the station was engulfed in a massive fire.
My first day at work. In 1965 smoking in offices was normal and I virtually suffocated from the thick fug of tobacco smoke. Alarmingly, I soon got used to it.
A very informal interview for the Guardian in 1970. It took place in the local greasy spoon over bacon sandwiches. I didn't get the job.
Having food poisoning on a flight to Australia and finding the woman beside me also had food poisoning. So we were able to pinpoint the source - we had both had an egg sandwich at Costa, Heathrow.
Losing my sense of smell. No idea when that first happened, but it was well before covid so that wasn't the cause.
Being with a rather drunk girl friend (not Jenny) when she lost control of the car and drove into a field. Luckily neither of us was injured.
I could go on but I won't.
Hello Nick,
ReplyDeleteThe bacon sandwiches drew us in and then we drifted into fire, fug and food poisoning. It all felt rather like Alice going down the rabbit hole...a feeling reinforced by a glance to the previous post image of Taylor Swift...what is she all about?
Nevertheless, after our far too long absence, we have greatly enjoyed being wrapped up in your wonderful stream of consciousness which we have missed so very much. We look forward to many happy returns.
Jane and Lance: Thanks for the compliment! Blimey, a wonderful stream of consciousness....
DeleteYou've had a couple of close calls! Honestly, the food poisoning sounds the worst to me because you were on a long flight. UGH!
ReplyDeleteBijoux: Indeed, I've had a few close calls. The food poisoning was a miserable business. Was I glad to get off the plane!
DeleteWow, any one of those things could have been a lot worse. Some of them are seriously close calls that could have ended so badly but I'm glad they didn't.
ReplyDeleteMary: I've had a few other close calls, but then who hasn't? Life is a risky activity.
DeleteI am glad you survived all those things so you could tell us all about so many thoughts.
ReplyDeleteMy loss of smell appears to be dairy related. When I stop eating so much cheese, I can smell again. Apparently I love cheese more than I love being able to smell.
Linda
Linda: That's interesting. Maybe I should try cutting down my cheese intake?
DeleteMy uncle turned down a job offer to work at the world trade centre in 1998 or so. That is v. disturbing.
ReplyDeleteLiam: A good job he turned down the job offer! Jenny and I went to the top of the World Trade Centre in 1996.
DeleteThis blog is a bit odd ;)
ReplyDelete