Alice In Chains- Angry Chair
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn82dMFGN8g
So, they say lightning never strikes twice in the same place. This is a theory that I completely and utterly refute.
Firstly, I work as Engineering Controller for a telecoms company. Phone systems HATE sudden surges of electricity. Every time (all once a year or so) that there’s a thunder storm here, I find myself rolling my eyes and waiting for the phone calls from distressed customers, inevitably saying “there was a bang, and now our phones won’t work”. We have a number of customers whose sites get hit by lightning on a regular basis. Their systems get fried once a year, unless they take additional (and very expensive) measures to control the situation. I’m pretty sure that, if you ask them, they’ll confirm that lightning does, indeed, strike twice, and often three, four or five times in the same place. π
This song is a little bit like that for me. It’s happened to be on my CD player twice when I’ve crashed my car.
The first time was my first ever accident, and wasn’t my fault (no, it BLOODY wasn’t, Dad, I know you’re reading… π )- some numpty pulled out of a side street and then turned across my path without indicating. It was my parent’s car, a red VW Polo.
Second time…well…again, I know Dad is probably reading this, but this is one of those occasions where I think it’s OK, and enough time has passed, that I can ‘fess up.
Again with the red Polo…it was my Mum’s car. Me, my brother and Mum fought over it once we’d got our tests.
I think every accident I’ve ever had has slowed me down a bit- this incident is one of the major influences on that.
The yard we used to keep my horses at had a really narrow gateway. People were always catching the back end of their cars on it.
I was in the stage of full complacency of the newly qualified teenage driver, and used to drive that wee Polo like a chicken orientalist. I used to drive like a maniac up the driveway of that yard and through the gates as if the very hounds of hell were after me.
Well…my luck didn’t hold, and one day, predictably, I clobbered the back end of the car pretty hard off the gate posts.
This came pretty hard on the heels of my first accident (see above) and I was a little apprehensive about telling my parents, so…I kind of put it off…
The damage was on the passenger side, so my Mum didn’t notice right away.
The next evening, I was looking out of my bedroom window, and my Mum was reversing the Polo into our very narrow driveway as she came home from work.
As luck would have it, she gave that very same part of the car a good, hard whack on her way through the gateposts. I was very sympathetic! π
OK, not proud of this now, especially as my Mum isn’t around to confess to…I am sure she’s up there screeching down at me now…sorry Mum…. π
Dad- I really am sorry. Call you later- love you….
Bloody well never playing THAT album in the car again!!!!!!!
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