Amazing stories of survival,have you any of your own?

Ah Jaysus this one time it was Friday evening and I was sitting around the house just watching DVDs. I finish Schindler's List and decided to lighten it up so I stick on Supertroopers, walk to the fridge with a plan to crack open a few beers.

But when I got there, the cupboard fridge was bare. Not a can in sight!

I glanced at my totally rad 80's retro Casio digital watch and saw the time was 3 minutes to ten.

Three minutes to 10????? :eek:

And me living 5 minutes from the nearest off-licence!!!!! :eek::eek::eek:

Out the door with me, no shoes on my feet but the threat of broken glass and dog excrement was no deterrent. This was a mission that was more important than foot safety, more important than personal dignity (I was also only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt).

I sprinted, I ran, I pelted it down the road. Children out playing late in the street were knocked backward by the wind caused by my speed as I hurtled down the hill towards the Spar. I gave my all, I vaulted over buggies, dogs and illegally parked Nissan Micras. I was bettering my all time best time, the time I had to leg it down for last pints on Holy Thursday 2007.

I was faster than Mercury, the messenger of the Roman Gods. I was speedier than Lucy Kennedy in pursuit of a new energy-related advertising campaign. I was faster than Twink, after a small bit of exposure on a third rate RTE talk show.

But still, despite all of this, despite giving my all and pushing myself beyond limits that mere mortals would have crumbled long before, despite being all I could be, I was not there in time.

The shutters around the small fridge section of Spar were down.

The look of regret on the cashier's face was heart-breaking as he realised that here was a man who had given his all for a few cans of Dutch Gold and had been denied.

It was the night of the dry.

The night of no beer.

The cold, lonely dark night of the soul.

AnonoBoy had no beer but yet somehow I managed to survive.

F*ck that cannibal rugby team in Argentina.

I am the embodiment of survival.

Where's my true-life movie?

Where's my medal?



I thank you,

AnonoBoy

My friend passed out on a railway track in Australia. He was hit by a train which hooked him by the chest and dragged him for 60 yards leaving him opened up like a can of sardines, fractured skull, broken ribs, punctured lung, broken leg, shattered ankle and multiple lacerations. He was in a coma for 6 weeks and the doctors had all but written him off. When he came round, his first words were - "Get these ****ing tubes out of me!"

Today he is fine apart from short term memory problems and a vicious scar like a zip up his chest.

Legend.

Sticky_Fingers wrote: »

Reminds me of Biggins post on how much the world wants him dead

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=58341630&postcount=14

Considering this was a few years ago I wonder what life has thrown at him since then

is there anything that man hasn't been through? :eek:

we'llallhavetea wrote: »

is there anything that man hasn't been through? :eek:

by the looks of that post he's been wading through a lot of bs