The worst kind of call   27/3/2006

Beloved and I were driving back from a couple of days in the country yesterday when we received the most dreaded type of phone call: A friend saying there’s no need for alarm but there’s been an accident.
So the alarm meter goes into red line territory!
Our son, Tim, was a guest at this party on Saturday night:
A GROUP of children had cheated death by a matter of minutes when a balcony collapsed during a 21st birthday party.
Police said the children, all relatives under the age of 10 of birthday boy Daniel Reddie, had been playing underneath the timber balcony just before it gave way under about 50 revellers in Geelong on Saturday night.
Six people were yesterday in hospital with multiple fractures and another 17 were nursing injuries following the horror incident.

After several failed attempts to call Tim from poor mobile phone reception country, we eventually hooked up with him, to find he was OK.
He was on the balcony when it collapsed and rode it four metres to the ground. Apart from a slightly sore back, he survived unscathed but was unnerved by the panic and hysteria that arose. And no doubt cheesed the party ended early.
Our reporter was on the scene within minutes. Capping off an already busy day, he was driving home from covering the Commonwealth Games when he spotted the chaos from the Barwon Bridge.
Tim was most impressed that someone from the paper was there before many from the emergency services.

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5 Comments for 'The worst kind of call'

    27/3/2006 | 8:29 pm

    Rode it 4 mtrs to the ground?
    Tough boy you got there, Slatts.

    28/3/2006 | 1:18 am

    Ah the balcony problem. For some years now the Bulding Code of Aust has required they be designed for double the live load of a domestic floor but there are still problems. Firstly the high point loads as revellers congregate on them and secondly the fact that the materials and fixings on them are open to the weather and natural deterioration. Balconies need regular health checkups on this account.

    28/3/2006 | 2:26 am

    The solution is: go back to the 1960s.

    The 60s party was held in semi-darkness, as far inside the house as possible. A balcony party would be regarded as too daggy and uncool for words.

    I still can’t get used to today’s youngsters eating outside. I can’t imagine anything sillier. Bring back dimly-lit restaurants with big waggon wheels on the wall!

    The 1960s dimly-lit menu:

    Vichyssoise soup
    Prawn cocktail
    Apricot chicken (or ham steak and pineapple)
    Cassata ice cream
    Irish coffee

    28/3/2006 | 10:15 am

    I’m glad your son is okay.

    Good work from the local reporter, too!

    29/3/2006 | 2:09 pm

    Glad to hear that you son was not hurt, it is a worry when we must let our children go places without us, it is a natural progression I know, still the worry never ends no matter their age.

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