This is a picture of my poor bike, confirmed as a write-off since the front end is smashed up pretty bad. A car pulled out right in front of me and I lost control of the machine trying to avoid a collision. Luckily I came off on the right hand side of the bike, which then hit the car as I slid passed the rear of it. Although it is a cliche, my life passed before my eyes.
One image I seemed to have was of when I was waiting outside a store in Scunthorpe
with my son, who was about 4 years old at the time. He was eating pieces of an orange if I remember right and a man approached me saying in all seriousness, "don't be rotten, give him some sweets."
A recent Facebook entry by the mighty Elizabeth Collins
reminded me of something else from the past. Elizabeth posted this message: "