For a while now, when I meet someone the first thing they usually tell me is that I look tired. I have tried laughing it off and telling people that I look worse than I feel and you can only want to throw something at someone so many times. The truth is I am either all right at that particular moment, tired or knackered. Unfortunately, I endure more of the latter two than anything else. Read More »
109. Bugs, Bananas and Babies
It was a humid early morning in July 1975 and Lieutenant RL Anderson of the Hopewell Police Department was conducting a routine patrol in his squad car. He was passing the Allied plant, which at the time one was one of the worlds largest chemical plants, situated next to the James river in Hopwell, Virginia, USA. He observed two men standing at the back of a pickup truck with a 250 gallon tank in it. Nothing unusual there you might think. However, the men were pouring a fuming liquid into a pit, not a lined pit however, just a hole in the ground. The plume this liquid created could be seen from quite a distance. Lieutenant Anderson didn’t know if what they were doing was authorised or legal so he noted it in his report to his superiors and that’s where it remained. Read More »
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108. Vendor, Your Biggest Bag of Hot Roasted Chestnuts, With Haste My Good Man
Everything was going well, almost too well. The only negative I could mention was the waiting about at the hospital for the treatment or being asked to come in earlier than the scheduled time. But they were minor gripes, the main thing was that treatment was going better than I thought it would. Then we hit the half-way stage and of course it all went to pot or ‘the radioactive chickens came home to roost’.Read More »
I Am The One In Three 