Things that go bump in the night...
In a moment you will realise why it is obligatory that I begin this entry with the phrase "everyone is alive and unhurt"...
Boxing day ended with a chilled out gathering of the clans in rural Harburn, where there doth reside a small shed known only as 'the hall'. Of an occasion we, that is to say the musical fringe of west-lothian do, take residence there and engage ourselves in the making of music and partaking in revelry.
So as the evening drew to a close I was happy to be offered a lift home by Nicol, bass player in the wonderfull beat-combo 'Bo Deadly'. Also present where Bruce of sonic tyrants The Stepdads and Simon, a lovely young chap who sported four strings for the Silver Pebles.
However, not 5 minutes into our journey we found ourselves skidding on some black ice, and with barely enough time to swear (although someone managed to let one of the more popular oaths fly at several decibels), we hit a small tree and promtly turned it into matchwood.
I feel so embarrased about the next bit though. As the car turned over (yes, it was a proper car crash), I remember praying out loud "Father, please take care of us, in Jesus name", and instantly apologising to the others for doing so. The reply from Bruce was most cordial: "Dont worry Doogs, if there was ever a time this is it".
As a worrying smell, interpreted by our adrenalised imaginations as burning, sparked memory reruns of A-Team style auto carnage we awkwardly made our escape through the back seat.
And that was that. I am extremely chuffed that both my companions and I are alive and unhurt. Any of you bunch that are praying types, please fire a few up for Nicol. He has all the insurance crap to deal with and got a bit more of a fright than the rest of us. Cheers.
In the meantime - Mone the life!
Boxing day ended with a chilled out gathering of the clans in rural Harburn, where there doth reside a small shed known only as 'the hall'. Of an occasion we, that is to say the musical fringe of west-lothian do, take residence there and engage ourselves in the making of music and partaking in revelry.
So as the evening drew to a close I was happy to be offered a lift home by Nicol, bass player in the wonderfull beat-combo 'Bo Deadly'. Also present where Bruce of sonic tyrants The Stepdads and Simon, a lovely young chap who sported four strings for the Silver Pebles.
However, not 5 minutes into our journey we found ourselves skidding on some black ice, and with barely enough time to swear (although someone managed to let one of the more popular oaths fly at several decibels), we hit a small tree and promtly turned it into matchwood.
I feel so embarrased about the next bit though. As the car turned over (yes, it was a proper car crash), I remember praying out loud "Father, please take care of us, in Jesus name", and instantly apologising to the others for doing so. The reply from Bruce was most cordial: "Dont worry Doogs, if there was ever a time this is it".
As a worrying smell, interpreted by our adrenalised imaginations as burning, sparked memory reruns of A-Team style auto carnage we awkwardly made our escape through the back seat.
And that was that. I am extremely chuffed that both my companions and I are alive and unhurt. Any of you bunch that are praying types, please fire a few up for Nicol. He has all the insurance crap to deal with and got a bit more of a fright than the rest of us. Cheers.
In the meantime - Mone the life!
posted by Dougleross at 10:16 pm
2 Comments:
with you.
Wooh... close shave mate, hope you (and the others) are doing fine.
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