Summary
I GOT knocked off my bike last week. Ambulance, hospital, general anaesthetic, the whole nine yards. Brain seems to be functioning OK but my hopes of becoming a male supermodel have been dashed.
I was cycling down Holland Park Avenue at 12.30am when a driver pulled out of a side street without looking. The first thing that struck me -- apart from the car -- was how hard I'd been hit. I thought, "That's odd. He wasn't going that fast, surely?" I staggered towards the kerb, struggling to retain consciousness, blood dripping from my head. Various good Samaritans peered at me and asked if I was OK. Someone called an ambulance.See the full content of this document
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The Day a Small Alien Burst Out of My Head
I thought the driver had fled the scene but he hadn't. He parked across th...
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