As I said, electricity pisses me off.....but it also scares me...probably cos I don't understand it (or is it cos I can't see it?)...and hearing that you've been zapped Tez only makes me more wary of it. Man, I get nervous changing a light globe!
Yeah Pete, I was lucky, it picked me up and threw me 10 feet across the kitchen, which was lucky, most times it grabs you and won't let you go.
It had killed my mate Shane Bourke 4 years earlier, in an ironically similar way. Shane had come back from having a shower, was standing on his barrack room's lino floor with just a towel around him, he switched on his old electric kettle, and they found him the next morning as stiff as a board, on the other side of the room.
I was washing down the kitchen walls (painted concrete) in preparation for a move to another Army house, leaning against the metal strip on the edge of the bench when water ran into a power point and I woke up on the other side of the room. That was scary, but surprisingly, I wasn't hurt, so I stopped for a beer and a ciggy, and continued cleaning.
What did hurt, was when I was building a trailer. (at the same house) I had no garage or carport, just a strip of concrete wide enough to park a car on. The weather was cold and wet, but I needed to finish the trailer, so between showers I'd wheel my new "Champion" ARC welder out of my little workshop, and continue on. I was welding on the drawbar after a light shower, and as I arced up the welder, my gonads must have brushed against the wet steel, and I copped 180 amps through my dictators, which somehow disappeared back inside my chest, as I rolled around the wet concrete in agony.
My wife ran out to see what was wrong with me, and in between gasps, I painted a tragic picture for her, which she found somehow amusing, and collapsed, screaming with laughter, the heartless biatch. I limped back inside and took the rest of the day off, and eventually the wife stopped laughing...........