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Humour









         HENRY








           BY JAMES CLARKE

             It had been some time since I’d   Abating, Controlling and Preventing   Thus, throughout the day, we were able
             heard of Henry. But the other   Water Pollution and had just got to the   to keep up a long though interrupted
          Iday I saw that he was back in the   exciting bit when they wheeled him in –   conversation.
          headlines. The headline was over a   Henry Bender, now aged 57.
          story about road accidents. It read:                                  Henry’s ambition is to get into the
          MAN KNOCKED DOWN EVERY 34          He told me with some satisfaction how   Guinness Book of Records as the most
          MINUTES.                           he had just been hit by the latest Jaguar   knocked-down man in the world but
          That had to be Henry. He was back in   while running across Main Road to   he has a long way to go because in
          town.                              retrieve his glass eye that had popped   Ghana a man is knocked down every 15
                                             out when he sneezed. It was, he said,   minutes.
                                             the first time he’d been hit by a Jag for
          I had in fact written him off, assuming   at least a year. His best hit this year   He spoke highly of South Africa’s
          some vehicle had at last managed to   was when he ended up against the   paramedics. He knew them all.
          nail him – a tarmac ripper for instance   windscreen of a Ferrari.    “Not that I go for treatment each time
          or a 20-ton road roller.                                              I’m knocked down,” he said. “If I did I
          But no, he’s still around and still being   He dismissed his new injury with   would spend too much time in hospital
          knocked down.                      contempt and was more interested in   and not enough time on the road, so
                                             telling me how the hospital’s boiled fish   to speak. Sometimes I set the bones
          Being a good newspaperman, I leapt   had improved over the years. They fixed   myself.”
          aboard my bicycle and pedalled     him up – he was on first name terms
          furiously to the General Hospital where   with everybody – and off he limped,   I asked him how he stood the pain.
          I knew he would eventually have to   anxious to keep up his average.   He explained he had almost perfected
          appear.                                                               being hit on his left side because he
                                             He was back in 17 minutes having been   had an artificial left leg (a taxi on the
          I had settled down to read The     hit by a municipal bus. After treatment, he   Pretoria Road in 1981); an artificial left
          Examination into the Effectiveness   walked out of the hospital only to be hit   arm (Volvo in 1999); a silver plate in his
          of the Constructive Programme of   by an ambulance right outside the door.  skull (Combi taxi on Jan Smuts Avenue
                                                                                2001). “Most of the time I just need a
                                                                                panel beater.”

                                                                                Apart from his artificial eye, he had
                                                                                false teeth and a wig – the wig being
                                                                                necessary after he was scalped by an
                                                                                emergency helicopter that had been
                                                                                sent to rescue him following an incident
                                                                                involving a cement lorry in Midrand.

                                                                                I asked him if he was married.
                                                                                “Used to be,” he said. “But our
                                                                                marriage was doomed to failure. On the
                                                                                few occasions I slept at home instead of
                                                                                in hospital I used to put my leg and arm
                                                                                in a drawer. I’d put my eye and teeth
                                                                                in there too after putting them into a
                                                                                receptacle.

                                                                                Then I’d chuck my wig in. My wife
                                                                                never knew whether to get into bed
                                                                                or climb in the drawer. One day I came
                                                                                home and found a note saying she had
                                                                                run off with my best friend, Fred, an
                                                                                ambulance driver.”

                                                                                “You could have knocked me down with
                                                                                a feather!” he exclaimed.
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