Australians are partial to sinking a bevvy or two, no doubt. But you know who’s a bigger fan of the froths? The English. The English love nothing more than cutting a beeline for the nearest boozer and bending the elbow, and there’s no stopping them from doing just that once they get the idea in their head.
Take Simon Smith, for example: the unflappable barfly who still, after being unceremoniously mowed down by a double-decker bus, managed to pick himself up, dust himself off and waltz into the nearest pub.
Si was a stone’s throw from the adorably-named Purple Turtle pub in Reading, South England, when the out-of-control vehicle charged up onto the footpath and gave him a firm nudge between the shoulders.
“I make that journey every Saturday. I didn’t think anything of it,” he said. “But then I heard some banging behind me and I was hit from behind.”
The impact of the collision sent the 53-year-old flying, like a literal rag doll, a good 13 metres down the street. Serendipitously, he landed right outside the pub’s entrance – and, in what appears to be a direct contradiction of fundamental physics, remained all but completely unharmed.
“I didn’t tense because I didn’t know it was coming,” he claims. “After it I just wanted to get somewhere safe.”
And he wasted absolutely no time in doing so. Seriously, this larrikin was mounted on the front of that bus like a hood ornament one second, strolling casually through the front door of the Purple Turtle yelling “Carlsberg!” the next.
Local paramedics are genuinely baffled as to how Simon’s up and about at all, given the fact that he was rammed up the backside by a double-decker bus. As Simon himself is quick to admit, things certainly could’ve gone worse.
“I’m very thankful to be here, because really I shouldn’t be here,” he reflected, and we can’t confirm that he wasn’t just talking about the pub itself.
Source: news. com.au
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