Hi Kenton. Thank you for being so honest about injuries and stuff. Thought I was the only drip who did stuff like that. Had a really scary image
of you as one of the Beagle Boys as you tried to escape out of that 3rd floor window. This is death stuff, in real terms.
Fair dinkum I fell off a ferry once between the boat and the wharf, why I wasn't crushed defies the laws of physics. Sorta defied gravity, as I resurrected myself to the wharf. Other passengers looked on agog as I just rose from the water. Maybe Dee is right in saying that God looks after fools and drunks. And you know what? Instead of recognising how close to death I had been, lamented the fact that my box of wine had gone to Davey Jones' Locker. Is that mad or what!