A Brief introduction to (C.L.O.M) Clive

This is a very brief introduction to who I am

My full name is Clive Laurence Oliver Mansfield

My dad Clive Robert William Mansfield

My mum Susan Pamela Gunn was Mansfield maiden name Thompkins.

My mums father died when she was 14, his name Clarence Thompkins

My dads father Walter Fredrick Oliver Mansfield

Named Clive after my dad,

My Nan wanted me to have Clarence luckily my father and mother decided that Laurence was a close name (that wasn’t classed as cruelty to a child lol)

Oliver taken from my grandads name on my fathers side

If my grandparents had their way my name would be Clive Clarence Walter Mansfield, lucky escape lol.

Friends at school and college when they found out my names called me CLOM. Very good female friends and children called and still call me Clifford after the big red dog, it’s a term of endearment, I’m big and gruff but I’m loyal to a fault, I love that the kids all find it easier to call me Clifford or Cliff rather than Clive then it just sticks lol

So I was born left handed and left footed, so until I was 3yo this was not a problem, I started preschool I’m guessing that’s the time I started thinking there was something wrong with me maybe I’d call myself a FREAK!

I’ll let that just settle in your mind and I’ll show my reasoning at the end you can then see if I’m right in calling myself a FREAK!!

So I had no teachers that could or would teach me because I was a lefty so I was excluded to a certain extent, as you’ll find out as we travel through my life I don’t like to be beat by anything. Also I didn’t like to be treated or seen to be different!!!

I’m a self taught right handed and right footed child at this point in my life, I taught myself very quickly (I can write with both hands and my right foot), this I found out in a drama class (in an interactive production) as I had to play a person who went back into a fire and tried to save someone which I did but got my arms blown off, I then had to see what I could do with no arms, it turns out quiet a lot!!

So I called myself a FREAK, earlier here is the evidence, now no-one has called me this, that I know of but here is the definition in the Oxford English Dictionary!

Freak noun: A person, Animal or Plant with an unusual physical abnormality.

Freak Synonyms: aberration, abnormality, irregularity, oddity, monster, monstrosity, malformation or mutant.

Freak you Verb: behave or cause to behave in a wild and irrational way typically because of the effects of extreme emotion or drugs.

Until the next blog it’s Freaky Clifford signing off love you guys!!

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The Crash

Before you read this if you’ve suffered with trauma or details of trauma may be a trigger please read only as much as you’re comfortable with, i dulled it down so as not to cause as much distress!!

It was April 5th 1995, I had passed my test first time in November 1993 in Brentwood, I’d had maybe 30 hours of lessons, some of my friends had failed 3 or 4 times my best friend failed 7 times.

As a toddler I’d been able to name car makes and models before I could name animals, all I ever wanted to do was race and drive, I used to sit at my Nan’s window on a small set of ladders, on the 5th floor of the block of flats, for hours I’d say the names to my Dad or Uncles when the cars were stopped at the traffic lights.

I’d done some carting, only a few races though, so now I had my license, I was very confident I felt invincible, to a certain extent I was, I had several near misses in my first year driving each near miss made me feel like nothing bad would happen. My friends all knew how I drove but they always wanted lifts, I was a bit of a speed merchant, I was never really bad 10mph over the limit, but the bravado built as the legend was growing one story or tale at a time, my friends and their friends, rumours around town.

I loved the attention, I was young, I was stupid and I definitely couldn’t drive as well as I thought. This fateful afternoon I went to the school where one of my neighbours and friends went, two of my other friends girlfriends were there as well as my girlfriend, at the time. No one sat in the front of the van with me they all sat in the back, my friend and his girlfriend were in his car he had two spare seats but no one wanted to get in his car.

The time was 15:30 I was to be at work by 16:00, we had two drop offs and my friend would walk from where I worked to home, this day I pushed to fast I was travelling between 45-47mph in a 30mph zone, I wasn’t wearing my seat belt, I crested over a hump and a car pulled out in front of me from a road on the left, he stopped instead of carrying on like a rabbit or fox in the headlights, the road after the turning bared round to the left a blind bend, I had to make a snap decision.

If I hit the car I probably kill the driver, maybe myself and my passengers. I swerved but being unfamiliar with a rear wheel drive vehicle and the characteristics of handling it at speed, I turned to hard to fast, although I avoided the car, I was now on the wrong side of the road in the path of an oncoming car, so I turned back luckily missing the second car, but now my van was out of control and I didn’t have the experience to get it under control. I lost the back end of the van, the near side rear wheel hit the curb and flipped the van.

I remember the crunch, the next thing I remember my shoulder being pushed behind my back, my head going through the side window, but no pain all I hear is the screams from the back of the vehicle, then the second crunch I felt a warm sensation all over my head and back then the sensation in my arm just like a dead arm.

The first impact was superficial cuts on my face and my shoulder dislocating. The second impact was my ear being severed and scalping myself, my watch being ripped up my arm, a 3/4 pound of flesh and 1/3 pound of flesh being ripped from my back, still I felt no pain. Then came the third deafening crunch my ponytail got caught under the roof and as my head got whipped the unnerving sound of skin ripping, the crunch as my skull shattered, the crack of my shoulder blade fracture and my collarbone fracture, I crawled from the wreckage not knowing I was badly injured.

My girlfriend got out with no major injuries, apart from whiplash and a few light cuts she walked away from the van, my friend walked away with whiplash and nothing else, my friends girlfriend lost the top of one of her fingers and broke her collarbone and a few cuts and bruises but walked away and my other friends girlfriend had cuts bruises and a broken pelvis she was still in the back of the van, I don’t know how she got out, the police arrived after maybe 5 minutes and I was already walking to work, little did I know the top portion of my ear was hanging below the lobe, my scalp from ear to crown and temple was hanging over the other side of my head with smashed skull and brain pulsating in the open wound, the two open wounds on my back that you could see the ribs, my arm shredded and behind my back.

AND STILL NO PAIN