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Sweeney
26th April 2007, 05:45 AM
Funny story i found from another website, made me laugh so thought id share it with you lot :clown:...

This is an Australian bricklayer's accident report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Aussie equivalent of the Workers' Compensation Board. This is a true story.

Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin Award for sure.......

Dear Sir,

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was Working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were found to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at the ground I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks. You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 135lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form. Having slowed down only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two nuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight. As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body. Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs. I hope this answers your inquiry.

AndyP & Lenore
26th April 2007, 05:54 AM
PMSL.:D:D

Some Mothers Do 'Av 'Em.;)

A.:D

Sweeney
26th April 2007, 05:56 AM
Maybe i should title it, *Sweeneys first day on the building site...*, not as if you;d second guess that it was me lol :D

rpn
26th April 2007, 06:48 AM
This one is so so old :mad:

AndyP & Lenore
26th April 2007, 07:33 AM
quote:Originally posted by Sweeney

Maybe i should title it, *Sweeneys first day on the building site...*, not as if you;d second guess that it was me lol :D


The "Some Mothers..." reference wasn't sugesting the story was about you. I was just thinking it was the sort of thing Frank Spencer would get up to in the TV sit-com "Some Mothers Do 'Av 'Em." A fantastic comedy from the BBC in the early 70's. Classic stuff.:D

A.:D

vintageb3
26th April 2007, 04:30 PM
There's an Irish comedy folk tune about this..."Paddy and the Pile of Bricks" its called or something. It came out when I was a kid (Yes I know...I know I'm no longer a kid....I'm an old goat!)...and my Maw played it to death.

I was scared for life...

Wouldn't take that story as being totally true by the way...(or even my story)...in fact don't believe anyone!!!;)

mark

euan
26th April 2007, 04:42 PM
I've got the tune on vinyl somewhere, my granda bought it for me when I was kid!

I'll need to try and dig it out now when I'm next in Aberdeen.