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OldBrit · 61-69, M
The occasional flashback nightmare is a wet cold night in London in 1988.
I met my wife after some work do. I'd drunk a lot on my own waiting in a pub near her work place. We ran to Monument tube station. The train was just about to go. I ran but completely missed the jump and went straight down between the carriage and the platform as the door started to close.
I was only there seconds before a huge South African guy hauled me up, covered in filth, and bleeding like crazy from a gash in my leg but that moment I just knew I was about to die in a very painful way.
I met my wife after some work do. I'd drunk a lot on my own waiting in a pub near her work place. We ran to Monument tube station. The train was just about to go. I ran but completely missed the jump and went straight down between the carriage and the platform as the door started to close.
I was only there seconds before a huge South African guy hauled me up, covered in filth, and bleeding like crazy from a gash in my leg but that moment I just knew I was about to die in a very painful way.
