One of my greatest fears is not public speaking but rather dying in a freak accident and making it on the 6 o'clock news. I've already made it clear to my family, if my death is ever newsworthy, that I don't want to be media fodder. Although my sister does have this ghastly picture of me which I once used on an international drivers licence and she threatened to pass to the news stations as they flash my picture up as they describe my gruesome demise.
Today, I had two near "freak" death experiences. First was when I was walking behind this woman who was carrying a bag with this long strap. I nearly tripped over the strap and caused a human domino effect downn the steps of Central station. Next as I was power running to make my connecting train, this thing that looked like a walking stick fell from above and nearly struck me on the head. I turned to have a closer look and it was actually one of those claw-like things which CityRail workers use to pick up garbage.
So having survived two near freak accidents, I climbed aboard the 5.45 Central to Newcastle train (yes not supposed to take country train when getting off suburban stops, blah blah blah...), I whipped out my technicolour knitting to calm myself down.