Some times you are in the right place at the right time,mostly it does not work out this way.
Bad timing....
Couple of weeks back i was walking through town and was about to round the corner on to the main drag.As I rounded the corner,the crowd across the street started chanting as they crossed the road.All good I thought,it was a protest about "same sex"marriage .
From where the photographer was taking the picture for the local news paper.....
It looks like I was leading the protest...................................
Good timing.....
Today....
Around lunch time, I was just getting comfortably numb and sitting out the front of the shack ,pulling motors apart for scrap.
I heard someone yell"mate,maaaate".....
Thinking it was just the old guy next door going off at something I ignored it...
I have lived next door for a few years and have spoken maybe 3 times if that.He does his own thing and leaves me to do mine...
sure that maybe dancing nude under a full moon,
nothing weird,2 full moons this month

I digress.....
About 2 mins later i hear "help".....This can't be good i think...means I'm gunna have to get up.I look over the fence and there is the old guy,sprawled out on the ground,
covered in blood...not looking to good........
So over the fence I go to suss out what needs doing,Look down huge pool of blood,hair and scalp.......Now either I have just ruined a movie shoot or he has had a spill.
What to do?now it kicks in I have seen heaps of MASH on tv ...
IV stat.....
Check out my hands and they are covered in grease and oil from the motors,
Look at the old guy and tell him "i will be back in a minute need to get cleaned up and
get some things to fix you up"....
Head inside to my shack ,washed up,grabbed a few things to repair his head.
(newguy ..gaffa tape good for repairing heads, not boards)
Think for a sec.... gunna need to call ambo for him ,grab phone....
Better have a hot one or two while i am here.....
Back to the old guy,sort his head out,wrap him in a blanket like a ****ing "mummy" and make sure he is all good.
Sort of...I was having trouble understanding him as he tried to tell me what happened.
This can not be good I thought........
Then I remembered that he has a heavy Dutch accent and i never new what he was saying at the best of times...
Called the ambo and then kicked back to wait.
So I think next to see if he is aware of the situation.
First I asked him "what day is it"...reply"Monday"
If you are ever in this type of situation always know the answer to the question you are asking the bloke with the huge hole in his head,before asking.....
"Monday",,,
**** what day is it?...I think to myself
So again I ask "what day is it?'... reply..."Thursday"
(**** I feel like i am in the "bridge of death"scene from Monty Python.)
Different question..."how long you been here ?"...Reply "about forty years".....
**** I give up,,,ambo shows up and carts him off to hospital
He had been on the ground for about an hour in total,His wife was not due home for at least 2 or three hours.
Bad Timing...
I had to go and tell his missus what had happened after he was in the ambo.
This involved me heading down to the senior citz's club.Now for those who have been unfortunate enough to have seen my head know this is not gunna end well.
So down to the club I head and in i go....Wednesday lunch time it turns out is dance
day so the place was full.Pretty sure one or two of the old girls had a heart flutter,either thinking that I was about tho rob the place or that "Fabio" had turned up for dance day.
Pretty sure that was obtc's gran in the corner with a wet string

and doing streches.
Not sure who was more scared me or them....

Just heard he is in hospital for a few days and is ok....