ello again, glass eye watchers. Hawkeye Harris continuing my dark stories of “Nelson” my glass eye.
This time, I’m following up with the story of how “Nelson” became involved with the police.
I was, for a year, a student at Queen Alexandra College in Harborne, Birmingham. It was an assessment centre for people with sight disabilities, and it had its fair share of oddballs. One sticks out. I’d had warnings about him and heard stories concerning good and loyal friends of mine.
One night I discovered how true the stories were. I’d been out with friends and this suspect oddball, without any problems at all. We were travelling to Northfield where I had been placed in digs. I’d made this trip countless times, both by myself and in company.
I foolishly went off with this “gentleman” and he suddenly disappeared – no problem. I carried on, but the next thing I knew what that I had been struck down, giving our friend the time to work out his story. My eye shot out with the impact. A local resident got me to safety, raising the alarm with the police and so on. Statements were taken from witnesses who’d seen the action.
The police officer then helped me look for my eye. How he must have felt was anyone’s guess. He had to put the incident out over the radio. No one believed him.
The person who rescued me kept an eye on me, taking me and “Nelson” (my eye) to Sally Oak Hospital. The next morning after a check-up, the police officer came to collect any further items he needed.
Nelson was cleaned as was the socket. I was duly discharged, taken to the police station where I was treated like royalty. Autographing the entry on the duty sergeant’s. I can laugh about it now, but it wasn’t so funny at the time.
I had to report it all to the college who had already been informed. Our “gentleman” was given a stay of execution again. We voiced our concerns and finally he was charged with at least 3 counts of assault. We were advised to avoid him like the plague, so we did, and led a peaceful life.
It turns out his sight was much better than mine and he came with baggage which I never really got to the bottom of.
On another occasion, whilst at a fete, I stopped at a stall. A village idiot came up to me spraying something over Sian and myself. He didn’t see her father who engaged in counter measures. I sneezed, told him I was allergic to him. My eye shot out.
The owner of the ice-cream ran to the police stand, calling for my arrest. However, when the truth came out, this person became a laughing stock.
Until next time, this is Hawkeye Harris logging off.