Walking back to my car through Middlesbrough town centre after the last game of last season.
This. Without the last game of the season bit.
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Walking back to my car through Middlesbrough town centre after the last game of last season.
Sounds pathetic but the feeling it caused still makes me have recurring nightmares 12 years later.
My own fault. Complete laziness, but I just DOSSED about in the first year of uni. For some idiotic reason I didn't give in certain bits of work.
That day the letter came through my door and said I failed, my god. My stomach basically fell out of me. In the end the letter went on to say I could still get through if I re-submitted the work and did the exams. I did and it was all fine.
But that initial gut-wrenching feeling will never leave me. The "oh my god, I've ****ed up". Still wake up now thinking I have some coursework to hand in.
Harsh, if we can all agree one thing about Feathers, she's certainly full of spunk
Being sectioned a couple of years ago, then living in a homeless hostel in Brighton for a couple of months after that. Not the most fun I've ever had in my life. Things are different now - have a great Mrs, a flat that although small is ok, a decent paid job which means I have money at the end of the month, and a life that at one point I didn't think I would ever have back. Mental illness is horrid, and although I have days where the black dog comes back, it's usually just to visit.
Telling my wife that her niece, and our chief bridesmaid, had been murdered by her boyfriend. Just horrible beyond words.
At 15, walking through a park and seeing my girlfriend, the love of my life, snogging a mate of mine, he had his hand up her skirt, fingering her.
That sort of caper can **** you up for life.
Rolling a car many years ago in my late teens driving on the Marsh road between Bexhill and Eastbourne. No other vehicle was involved but as I flipped over I can remember thinking or possibly even praying - Please just let this be a clean, quick kill.
I genuinely thought my time was up.
All 3 services were called out and the Sussex Police officers who attended later told my parents that they'd never seen a car that badly written off in an accident and the driver survive unscathed. A cut on my arm and some whiplash but I crawled out the drivers window unhurt after landing upright in a ditch of the other side of the road.
Were you high? intoxicated?
No, there was a stone in the middle of the road which I saw late and over-steered to the left to avoid, then over I went. It was early morning though, hence no other cars being involved, so fatigue may have played a part but it was put down to driver error on my part. I was never happy with the steering on that car (Ford Ka) but that was never proven.
Being mugged at knifepoint in Worthing town centre