tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post8124790588122726203..comments2023-08-05T17:53:01.848+01:00Comments on Welshguy's Blog: Times I Should Have Died. Part 1WelshGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485457065749946392noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post-29558906109139486102010-10-22T19:36:59.629+01:002010-10-22T19:36:59.629+01:00I remember that. It was very funny though.I remember that. It was very funny though.WelshGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09485457065749946392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post-56740653914664419332010-10-21T22:41:15.845+01:002010-10-21T22:41:15.845+01:00I fell down a cliff once.
It hurt.I fell down a cliff once.<br /><br />It hurt.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00089810149926570906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post-16431046597687198702010-10-21T21:40:06.523+01:002010-10-21T21:40:06.523+01:00Haha. Looks like cheating death on the rope swing...Haha. Looks like cheating death on the rope swing is a rights of passage. I got plenty of other death stories, but i'm going to roll them out every couple of weeks as I didn't want to over populate the topic with the same stories over and over again.<br /><br />That sounds like typical parents, must be a Valleys thing.WelshGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09485457065749946392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post-66249343524378160412010-10-21T20:59:01.882+01:002010-10-21T20:59:01.882+01:00Actually, that should've read "sheer"...Actually, that should've read "sheer" pain and exhaution - not sheet - I have nothing against bed linen!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04457057931595904585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260057872707357330.post-82841575941316658022010-10-21T20:41:34.700+01:002010-10-21T20:41:34.700+01:00I too once fell from a rope swing when I was 8 yea...I too once fell from a rope swing when I was 8 years old, but not because I believed I had superhuman powers but because a bigger and older boy thought it would be funny to jump on and create what was known as "the taxi". Being approximately 10 stone lighter than this evil person it wasn't long before I found myself lying in the brook - a little bit like E.T. in the film ,but not nearly as sad. I ran all the way home with a limp arm and sobbing hysterically! Being of the "aries" persausion, mishaps and accidents were and still are common place with me - I am sure I could outdo you on the "cheating death" stories by the way - however my mother and father were still alarmed to see me in such a state, my arm just dangling there and my damp lilac home knitted jumper which was suddenly 5 sizes too big for me. But no, that was not the end of my agony. My mother, being the houseproud, everything's just got to be perfect sort of person spent 10 minutes arguing with my father that they just couldn't possibly take me to casualty in such a state - I was still standing there with my arm dangling around my ankles in a very unnatural way and big bubbles of snot protruding from my nose where I was still crying my eyes out in pain while they slogged it out. Before I knew it I was being yanked out of this lilac monstrosity, which, as it was made from wool, the sleeve just kept getting longer and longer, and I was screaming louder and louder and my father was shouting "for God's sake Pam, you're hurting the poor bloody girl" until eventually I was free - only for her to inflict yet more pain and discomfort as she stuffed me into a more "acceptable" mode of attire for the A&E Department where the Doctors and Nurses don't give a feck at what you're wearing by the way, MAM! Funnily enough I don't remember much more after that, probably because I had passed out through sheet pain and exhaustion! That trip to casualty was one of many during my childhood - perhaps I should share them in my own blog?!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04457057931595904585noreply@blogger.com