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Re: Your brown trouser moments..
Oddly, one event in my life that *should* have been a brown trouser moment wasn't while it was happening as it happened too fast (it was actually over before I realised what was happening).
I was in my Friend's Astra, on the South Circular near Eltham. We were on our way to a mate's house. All of a sudden, we were stopped on a grass verge, my friend had collapsed onto the steering wheel and the passenger side of the car (the side I was sitting on) had caved in.
What had actually happened (as I found out later from witnesses) is that another car (which the police estimated had been going at over 70mph) hit our car on that side, and hit it with enough force to throw it over the curb on onto the embankment.
The car had actually hit close enough to my hip that my jacket was caught between the chassis of the car (which had bent badly) and the back of my seat. So, in a sense, I was lucky. If it had it about 5-10 centimetres forward of where it did, my left hip and/or left leg would have been severely damaged. As it was, I was unhurt. The jacket I was wearing was wrecked though..
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