Today I was working with fellow XFM minions, Brendan and Temoor, at the Astoria covering the Black Keys gig. It was the usual flyering and sign-ups that usually plague the shift of the street teamer. But as most will know the Astoria has a single-laned street next to it which is used to relieve the traffic coming out of Soho Square, and as we pretty much have to stand in that street to do our jobs, we would constantly have to move right up to the barrier to avoid joining the cyclists most of the cars are dragging around.
Anyway about half an hour into our shift and we see a fire-engine heading down the road (at full throttle I may add), so we made an unconscious decision the move to the other side of the road. Then as the fire-engine came hurtling towards us, it jumped the kerb and headed straight for me. It actually was going to hit me. I felt my life flash before my eyes (which as it turns out reminded me that I must get out more) as I saw my assassin through the windscreen. The dark and emptiness in his eyes let me know that he was not human, but a cold hard killer bent on mowing down innocent bystanders (or he was just tired).
But at the last second I leapt out of the way. Possibly yelping as I did so but as the siren was on, no-one had seemed to hear it. However what they did hear was the cursing I gave the driver as he was driving off in a sort of haven't-got-the-balls-to-s
I survived this time but always keep one eye over your shoulder because you never know when Fireman Slam is coming for you.
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