Funkcase wrote...
.. One of them pulled out a knife and told me to ''get in the boot of the car'' or he would ''cut me up' ..
Yeesh, what sort of thugs are these, how stupid would you have to be to climb in the boot.
AwesomeName wrote...
Anyway, tieing brains to creepiness, I was watching Charlie Rose interviewing a bunch of brain experts, and they were talking about parts of the brain that do specific things that you completely take for granted - one such example are 2 areas responsible for recognising landscapes - anyway one of these scientists found a guy who had brain damage in exactly those areas, and she asked him what the world felt like... and basically he never knows where he is... he can recognise everything else though... Sad thing is, he used to be a landscape painter
http://en.wikipedia...._Wife_for_a_HatI remember going on a rafting trip on the Tugela river, in an area affectionately known as the 'Killing fields of Natal'. 3 of us did the very top stretch in K1's, and then camped at Tugela ferry waiting for the rest of the group to arrive with the white water gear. We pitched our tents and went to sleep, me in mine and Paul & Heidi in theirs. A couple of hours later the drumming started, large carved wooden drums with a piece of cowhide stretched over the top. I got progressively more freaked out, fantasizing about rampaging hordes, and so did Heidi, while Paul slept like a baby. In hindsight it was probably Saturday night and they were chilling in the shebeens with a couple of frosties and making some music, but I expected to be hacked up with machetes at any moment. The next morning the rest of the group turned up, we got on the water, and rafted all the way down to the sea without a hitch.
I also got mugged once, in a dodgy part of town around dusk, with a moonbag slung over my shoulder. There were lots of people about, but a couple of thugs saw me pass and seized the opportunity. I saw them running towards me, the front one with a knife, so I grabbed his knife hand and held on like blazes. Up to now no-one had made a sound, but suddenly the crowds noticed the impasse, and scattered. Finally another thug reached over the first one, grabbed the moonbag, I let go of the knife hand and we all went our respective ways pretty speedily. My point is perhaps that he had no actual desire to stick me, just to take my stuff, which at this point I was happy to let him.
Modifié par The Potty 1, 12 novembre 2010 - 08:44 .