The BEST time to nearly get hit by a truck.

This morning I caught the tube to work (lately I’ve been sticking to buses – less walking and less people) but I left the house at the same time as LH so I walked that way with her while talking & doing happy dances about today’s weather (24, sunny, only a light breeze as opposed to the gale-fricken-force winds that London usually has).

So, I gets to Liverpool St and off I hop, I wander up the road in my own little world and stand there at the lights waiting for the little green man to hurry the fuck up and arrive and as soon as it does, without even thinking about it, I step out onto the road. At the exact moment I step out onto the road, about 12 hands come out of nowhere to grab me and pull me back, while about 20 voices suddenly yell out “OI!”, “Stop!” or combinations of both at a rather large truck that was running that red light. I turned around to thank whoever the hell it was that grabbed me and guess who it was???

A group of around 30 police officers…. ROFL

Needless to say the truck driver was pulled over and booked. (Idiot.)

That’s the second time that’s happened to me now – I really have to start paying more attention to where I’m going, but if ever there was a time to nearly get hit by a truck, that would have to be it.