Monday Music

Alice In Chains- Angry Chair


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. πŸ™‚

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… πŸ˜€ )- 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! πŸ˜€

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…. πŸ˜€

Dad- I really am sorry. Call you later- love you….

Bloody well never playing THAT album in the car again!!!!!!!

4 Responses to “Monday Music”

  1. September 29, 2008 at 4:03 pm

    Pardon my American provincialism, but what the heck is a “chicken orientalist?”

    I certainly would have kept that CD out of the car myself. I’m not a superstitious person, but it would have those bad feelings attached to it, and I’d just rather not worry about that kinda crap!

    LOL- Cockney rhyming slang- mentalist… πŸ˜€

  2. 2 Emma C
    September 29, 2008 at 6:00 pm

    Ah, the red polo. I recall you now hurtling past me and waving on the Ballycoan Road-out of control obviously!
    Thinking of you tomorrow.

    Yes, a law onto myself!!! Didn’t you once get hit on the Ballycoan Rd by a car load of spides who threatened you, or is my memory getting confuzzled again?

  3. 3 Skry
    September 29, 2008 at 11:33 pm

    Chicken orientalist – priceless! Bit of a bummer about the car though. I’m sure you’re forgiven by now though. That was not a guarantee btw πŸ˜›

    I have had two accidents so far and Jen has had one here in NZ. I had an accident while reversing out of the garage. Most of the car made it out, but I was so busy looking behind me that I started turning too early and didn’t realise until the left corner of the bumper screeched into the garage door frame. Worst thing is that it was the first time Don was in the car with me over here. I guess he suddenly realised that there are more dangerous things in NZ than bungee jumps!

    Second time I was reversing back with great care, looking in all mirrors. The lamp post to my rear right went out at the bottom like an upside down ice cream cone, but I thought it was a straight up-and-down lamp post. I was looking at it pass the boot when I suddenly realised that the lower part of it was scraping right against the bumper. All that care and attention and I missed the obvious…

    No doubt there will be many more accidents to come, so don’t feel too bad Sooz – you certainly aren’t alone!

    LOL at your accidents, Keith- surely that must be your run of bad luck over!

  4. 4 layla2376 / Leigh
    October 1, 2008 at 10:36 am

    I didnt think anyone else knew that phrase- chicken orientalist, delighted to see it in your blog , made me laugh out loud xx

    I probably learnt it from you!! πŸ˜€

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