Dear god!
Some of you may recall that mid-last year one of the chaps I worked for managed to dislocate his knee when he and I were in at work on a weekend. It was all quite horrible and as the only other person around, I had to move him out of the rain, laugh while he got high as kite on Penthrox, help the Ambos get him in the bus etc etc. All the while trying not to look at Greg's kneecap being at a 90° to where you'd normally expect to see.
Anyway, while wondering what the fuck was going on with CityRail delays this morning, the lovely folks at Central made an announcement that trains were running late because of an injured passenger at Granville.
I get to work and - surprise surprise - Granville's injured passenger was Greg. He's dislocated his knee. His *other* knee.
Poor fucker.
Anyway, while wondering what the fuck was going on with CityRail delays this morning, the lovely folks at Central made an announcement that trains were running late because of an injured passenger at Granville.
I get to work and - surprise surprise - Granville's injured passenger was Greg. He's dislocated his knee. His *other* knee.
Poor fucker.