Whilst seeking respite from the blessed "Universal Freedom" granted us all, a young woman was involved in a shocking accident not far from a certain microbiology laboratory in Banksia.
It seems that while waiting for what was—we can only hope—a jumbo mocha-latte, a car parked across the street broke free of its moorings pinning the young lady between the bonnet of the car and the door of the mobile coffee truck.
Unfortunately, the emergency call—travelling with all the speed of heat, flash and whirlwind—was defiled during one part of its journey, meaning, consequently, that help was initially delayed, leaving the poor girl in a considerable amount of pain. Respite finally came with the arrival of fire fighters, the police and an assortment of relatively useless, but money-hungry and inconsiderate, tow truck drivers.
The owner of the car was spotted standing across the road offering neither sympathy/flagellation nor aid/compensation. "Shock," reasoned one scurrilous pirate. "Hang him!" cried the other.
Secondary initial reports tell of internal injuries, a broken pelvis and a "stable condition."
And, once again, Michael Gira finds himself vindicated.
life is a funeral, girl
Written on Tuesday, 4 May 2004