On a site, back when we were 18, we were ripping out a gaff in Ladbroke Grove. We took a door off it’s hinges and my mate, who was a keen golfer, decided it would be a good idea to take a golf swing at the door knob to take it off whilst the door was lying on the floor - with an axe.
I was standing behind him - trying to get a decent view of the spectacle and just before he swung he looked around and told me to stand back - which I duly obliged.
When he swung the axe down it bounced off the top of the doorknob and as he followed through with his swing, the axe span around heading directly towards my face. Luckily I instinctively ducked my head back but I felt the whaft of it as it swing about an inch from my face.
Had I not stepped back I’d probably be brown bread.
Those were the days
