george_seamons

Hahaha. Godly.

Near Harleston, Suffolk. ...and thankyou

Wow, mega bump! Thanks for your continued kind thoughts though, means alot. Not really much "closure" on it though, apart from a nice copy of the letter from the police to the coroner, which reads as follows: "Dr. Dean, I would just like to inform you about the commendable actions of Mr. George Seamons at this scene and wish for it to be included as a special mention at the inquest of Mrs. Patricia Williamson. Mr. Seamons, a witness, arrived on the scene and entered the field in the dark along with others, not knowing what to expect, to see if they could offer assistance. Seeing the deceased lying in the field near to her car and realising those present appeared worried about doing CPR; without hesitation, commenced CPR on the deceased, maintaining this until emergency services arrived. I feel many other people would have stopped at this point, especially given the unpleasantness as described in his statement; but Mr. Seamons persevered with CPR, but was unfortunately unable to revive Mrs Millaimson. For a man of relatively young years (21), his behaviour and actions were exemplary." With regards to how I feel now, I'm pretty much over it now, although I occasionally get the odd reminder, which makes me feel very strange. Triggers for this include drinking white wine (which I can no longer do, because it reminds me of the taste in her mouth), seeing CPR scenes on Casualty and the like, and occasionally when I drive past the spot where it happened, I get flashbacks, which is horrible. In some ways I'm a bit disappointed I didn't get to meet her family, yet at the same time relieved, because I think meeting the family would have been so awkward for both them, and myself. I'm glad this has taught people a lesson. I would not wish upon anybody to experience what I went through. I don't think I will ever forget it. EDIT: Also forgot to add: the policewoman told me that she hadn't actually gotten out of the car at all. It turns out she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and upon impact with the tree, she was thrown clean from the car whilst in mid-air. A very horrifying thought, especially coupled with the fact that the police said she would have almost certainly survived had she been wearing one.

You won't be able to "sprint" for two miles with no training. That alone would kill you. Good luck, but I'm very dubious.

http://www.trials-forum.co.uk/forum/index....howtopic=116314

...it wasn't on the BBC though?

Do you want it deleted Beau?

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I've got the 6500 slide. Its alright. I had a 6280 before, and its pretty much the same. Except the 6500 has 250mb memory, and a 3.2mp camera. Oh, and its made from brushed aluminium, which looks pretty cool.

Yup

Just wire both crossovers directly to the amp, no need for any soldering! So you'll have 2 +'s and 2-'s on 1 channel, 2+'s and 2-'s on the other (one for woofer, one for tweeter...left and right)

+1 for the postcode please. Hopefully I'll be there. I'm going up to my girlfriend's house in Wiltshire Friday night anyway, so hopefully work will let me have Friday off. Standard funeral dresscode I take it?

Of all the people this could happen to, I never thought Oli would be the one. At least its some kind of consolation that he went with his pride and joy. RIP mate...you will be sorely missed. You'll always live on in all our minds, you left a mark on so many of our lives that will never be forgotten xxx

That's the thing, nobody actually knows if she was drunk or not. She had been drinking, nobody is doubting that. It's just the amount she drank, and I guess its not really the kind of thing you put in tribute to somebody, in a somewhat seemingly innocent accident. And I always knew there would be no mention of me, I'm fine with that. I'm not that naive to believe it would make a difference in the eyes of a reporter.

Another quick update. Again...thanks for all your kind words, really appreciate them. Was on the television today, as the local news paid tribute to her. I guess all the relatives have been informed now, hence her identity being revealed. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/7091370.stm

Just a quick update. After speaking to one of my girlfriend's friends, I now know a lot more about the lady: "She had two boys, one about 18 he was at a party in London that night and the youngest was waiting for her at home! She was coming back from a dinner party, and when her son thought she had been gone so long he phoned her friends where she had been, and then they went looking for her because she had left ages ago and i think they may have also phoned the police xx" "She was going to be moving Saturday into her new home with the boys! I think in Fressingfield, but not totally sure xx" ...suddenly makes it so much worse knowing that she had family, and that it was far more innocent than we first thought

Just got back from giving the statement. Took nearly 2 and a half hours! Apparently her family want to meet me...but police need to finalise the case and stuff first. Will be very strange, but I guess it'll be good for them, kinda like closure on her life.

Thankyou all for you're comments. A few of them really bought a tear to my eye. I honestly don't see myself as a hero, I just did what I thought was right at the time. Like Anzo said, you kinda go into auto-pilot...everything else was blanked out from my mind; I couldn't hear anything going on around me, and all I could see was this woman laying infront of me, in an almost tunnel like vision. I have to go to the police station this evening to give an official statement. Will be very weird to relive it all again, just when I was trying to forget it. On the phone, he said that they could arrange for a visit to a psychiatrist, which, although possibly a bit over the top, might be quite useful. I was getting along ok with it yesterday, until it came to the evening and I went to have a drink of wine. As I opened the bottle, and poured a glass, I thought I recognised the smell. As I drank it, I knew the taste straight away...it was exactly what the woman tasted and smelt like. This made me freeze, and I felt so sick I had to stop drinking. A very strange situation to be in!

Thankyou. In all honesty, I really surprised myself. I never thought I would be the kind of person to take control in a situation such as that. Let alone to have that much determination to carry on against everything! I'm ok I guess...its only just starting to sink in though, its a truly bizarre feeling. Something I'd quite happily never experience again!

Firstly, excuse long-winded-ness of this post, it's worth a read if you have a few spare minutes though. It all started out as a fairly normal night...having a piss up at a mates. After a glass of wine, we all decide a kebab would be nice, (it was about 9:30 at this point) so we drive the 15 minute drive into town (he lives on a farm, he's fairly in the sticks). We buy our kebabs, then head back home. On the way back, we see a car at the side of the road, with its hazards on. As we drive past, we could tell something was up, and as we looked to our left, we saw another car in the field beside us (infact it was more below us...there was a 2 foot bank from the road, which sloped down into the field). Obviously this wasn't right, so we turned round, parked up behind the car, and also put our hazards on, and walked over to the field. As we got there, I shouted if they were ok, to which they replied "No, get here quick". So we jumped down (annoyingly for me, right through a thorny bush...which I was later pulling thorns out of my legs all night!) into the field, and ran over to the voices. As we approached the scene, you could instantly tell it was very serious. There was a car, a good 20 metres from the point of impact, totally destroyed laying in a field, and a woman...who must have been in her 40's, laying next to it. After a quick initial assesment, asking the couple that were already there, we established that the woman had obviously been going far, far too quick for the corner, lost control big time, flipped the car, and landed in the field. Nobody witnessed the actual crash, but the couple said that when they got there, the woman was laying next to the car, so she'd obviously gotten herself out, and tried to go and find help. However, she was only about 4 metres away from the car, so hadn't gotten very far. When we arrived, the bloke was under instructions from a paramedic on the telephone, who was explaining how to perform CPR. The man looked really nervous about what he was doing, and it was at this point I stepped forward, because I had recently been on a first aid course, and CPR was one of the things they were quite adamant on teaching. So I'm there, doing CPR on this woman. After the very first chest compression, I knew she had very little chance of survival. The minute I pushed down on her chest, I could tell all of her ribs were broken. There was no resistance from the bone whatsoever. However, I carried on regardless, the first aid instructor's words clearly echoing and repeating in my head "Once you start CPR, do not stop until the paramedics arrive, no matter how bleak things look". So I've done my chest compressions, and I move onto the breathes. Now, going from a plastic "Resus-Annie" to a real person is a truly bizarre experience. As I pinch her nose, and move my mouth to hers, you could clearly tell she had been drinking...from the smell of her breath, and unfortunatly in my case...the taste. This was probably the strangest I've ever felt in my life. Kneeling in the middle of a field, giving mouth to mouth to some complete stranger, praying that she doesn't die. Being surrounded by four of my friends, and the couple which first arrived on scene, all watching on, baited breaths. Somehow the pain in my legs from the thorns didn't seem relevant anymore, no matter how much it hurt. I needed to try and save this woman's life, no matter what. At some points I questioned why I was carrying on, I knew in the back of my mind she was dead. But like the instructor said...the CPR you perform may well be keeping the victim alive...so I carried on. This was particularly hard after a while, because with each chest compression, her chest got more and more fluid like, and with every push, there was a gargling noise. Coupled with that, each time I blew into her mouth, and let her exhale, fluid would move further and further up her throat. Up until one point, I went to move my mouth away, and the minute my lips broke the seal, fluid gushed from her mouth into mine...causing me to throw up. However, I HAD to carry on...it was like my duty. So from now on, pretty much everytime I blew into her mouth, she would puke on me. I was literally dreading stopping the compressions and starting the breaths. Pretty much everytime I did it, I gagged. The smell and taste was horrendous. I just thought, at the end of the day, this is somebody's life. If I stopped because it didn't taste very nice, I might potentially kill them. After about 10 minutes of CPR, the emergency service arrived. The paramedics arrived, and took over from me. The Police then escorted us back to our cars, and interviewed us one by one, taking a statement from everybody at the scene. As I went up to the Police car for my interview, the Policeman shook my hand and congratulated me, said I made a valiant effort, but unfortunatly there was nothing that could be done for her, and she had passed away. Once we had all been interviewed, we were sent on our way...told to have a stiff drink, and go to bed. As we left, the man who was first at the scene shook my hand and said "Well done son, you did a better job than I was doing". So we get back to our "gathering" in a somewhat sombre mood. As we get back to the barn, 4 more people had turned up, one of the people in our car had obviously told them what'd happened, because they all looked so concerned. Hugs all round, and then we just sat down and watched American Dad. I really couldn't concentrate though. All I could see was that poor woman's face. I have never seen such a scared face in all my life, her eyes were wide open, and she had an expression which will haunt me for all the time I remember that evening. I thought I would cope with it ok, after all, there was nothing else I could do for her. As everybody kept pointing out to me, I did my best. However, whilst we were sitting watching American Dad, I went into an almost trance like state. I kept questioning everything that had happened. Why had she done it? As we were giving her CPR, her mobile phone kept ringing. Nobody knew what to do. Do we leave it, or answer it? How exactly do you go about answering a dead woman's phone? What words could you possibly say to the person on the other end?! From the information we had, we pieced together that she had had an argument with her partner, and gone on a drunken drive. Whether or not this was suicide, or just a drunken miscalculation, we will never know. But from where the car was, and the distance she ended up from the point of impact, she was going at some considerable speed, And I mean far, far too fast. The corner is the entry of a 30mph zone. You can do the corner at anything up to about 50...after that you start to lose grip. Judging from the length of the skid marks, she was doing far greater than 60mph. At a guess, I'd put it closer to 80-90mph. As I was sitting there, so many things went through my head. This woman was the age where she could have had children...maybe even grandchildren. She left so many people in her life that night. To go from having all those people, to dying in a field on her own, to dying with 6 total strangers surrounding her. What was going through her head as she lay there? What were her final thoughts as she lay there looking at the stars? That night really really shook me up. I can't get her face out of my head. Everytime I sleep, its there. I told mum what happened this morning, and just burst into tears. It was such a helpless night, nobody could do anything, yet it somehow felt like I could have done more, even though in reality I know I couldn't. If you managed to get this far without giving up...first of all well done! Secondly, I hope it taught some of you a lesson - Never drink drive. Its not just your life you f**k up. You f**k your family's lives, and you mess innocent stranger's heads up! Coupled with that, think about how you're driving. We all get pissed off from time to time, and its easy to take aggression out on the road. But judging by the results of last night, its really not worth it. That woman lost so much last night. And because of what? An argument? Seems such a waste of life. I'll probably add more later if I can think of anything. But yeah, hope my ramblings were of some interest to somebody!

Just to back Mark up with the "ass licking" that Danny so kindly accused him of. Moderators and admins do not get paid for what they do. This board is totally free to sign up to, and be a member of. The amount of hassle we (myself included) get off people like yourself, and many, many other members really isn't worth it. People constantly adding us to MSN; "Validate me", "What does it take to become a member?", "Why have I been warned?", "Validate my mate". The abuse we are given almost constantly "Ass licking", "Sucking up" etc Having to trawl through heaps of new members to validate the rare decent one Looking through all the crap in topics like this, trying to democratically decide what to do. And following on from that...fair play to Mark...if I had seen this earlier, before he got involved, I would have warned you several times, and closed the topic. You're attitude towards people is disgraceful. 95% of people in this topic are against you, use your head, and learn to back the hell down. Without meaning to sound patronising, its one of the things you'll learn in life as you grow up a bit (and trust me, you can REALLY tell you're only 16) It was said that the term "Chav" is just a stereotypical label. Yes, it is. But everybody has to make first impressions somewhere along the line...its a natural instinct. And if you're dressed in Rockports, and other clothes that "Chavs" are stereotypically related to; then yes, of course you're going to be classed as a "Chav". Now, I'm not saying you are or aren't...I've never met you (that I know of), but from the pictures of you I've seen, and the attitude you quite often display, I can see why people would label you in such a way. You said to Mark he "Acts all superior on here". Of course he does. I do too. Somebody has to keep some kind of law and order in here, or the whole place would go to pot (as has been proven in this topic). At the end of the day myself, Mark, Danny, Tom, Dave, Andy, Tomm, Chris and Jon have a job to do on here, of course we're going to have to stand out from the other members and show some kind of authority, or nobody would respect us. At the end of the day, its up to you; like you said yourself, nobody can stop you or change you. But you (and its not just you, to be fair) need to take a step back and look at just how good you have it with this forum. I bet if you were put in the position of moderator for a week or so, you'd soon want to be returned to a normal member. We only do it for the good of you guys...we gain nothing from it. Just think about it.

If you're searching for ZOO or ENO or something, try putting it as "ZOO" or "ENO", should help the problem.

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Ride the golf clubs? Could be funny.

Surely at the precise moment they pass, they are doing 0mph? Probably just me being stupid, and thinking the wrong way, but wouldn't it, in essence be 120-120? ...actually, thinking about it, I guess its 120+-120 (thinking about it on a number line kind of idea, so the + and - form to make a + ?