Tick Followed Tock

Life was pretty good, as far as life can be I suppose, trucking, drinking, having a good time. Money was never a problem, I worked very hard all week, seventy hours sometimes, played and drank hard every weekend and then one Saturday in August as sure as tick should follow tock, it stopped&ldots;&ldots;.. Walker's life of pleasure stopped.

Waking in a strange place is to some people very normal after a weekend living in the fast lane, but were was I ? If I had been out drinking and found myself in a strange bed I could have shrugged it off and got on with nursing my hangover, but no ! Why are my family here looking down at me as I awake from my sleep, this is very strange ! As I get up from my place of rest I take a walk along a corridor that I have never seen before, were is this place ? My first request to my Sister is for a smoke, she obliges. My second is for a kebab and a pint of beer, not forthcoming Im afraid, oh well. After looking from a fourth storey balcony for what seems like a long time, it is once again back to bed for another sleep, boy that must have been a hellover night on the beer, maybe it was all a dream and I would wake up all refreshed and resume my life of hard working, hard drinking next weekend. It never happened !!!!

                                                                    Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day.

I Awoke the next day still in this strange place, was I STILL dreaming, wow this is strange ! Why was I being attended by nurses ? Nurses, of course, I must be in the hospital, but why ? Question time I think. What is the date, 17th of August, were is this strange place, The Queens Medical Centre, Nottingham, why am I here ?? That was the big one, it was an answer that changed my life for good. On August the 9th I had not long finished work and decided to pursue my hobby of photography in my home town on account of an unfortunate incident that had had taken place a few days earlier. After walking down to the end of the street were a murder had taken place and I had taken a few shots of the memorial, bang, nothing, my life as I had knew it had ended.