That was (the) Ukraine, this was Delhi...
I once came of my motorbike doing 70mph on the Sutton bypass. I wasn't wearing a helmet. The accident was entirely my fault. I got up, restarted the bike, and rode it home. I suffered nothing more than a sore arm and a grazed knee. I sold the bike to a friend after that, reckoning I'd used up quite a large chunk of whatever luck I'd been born with. Still, I wasn't in the same league as these born survivors:
The clips seem to be nicely divided between those innocents to whom accidents almost happen and those who are the pretty dumb authors of their own near misfortune. Somehow the words "Are you OK, Clarissa?" seem an apt summing up for the latter category.
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