Thanks, Jo. Yes, it’s scary how close we come to being victims sometimes. I fronted a nutter in 1994 who was beating his wife in the street in Walter Rd West (North Inglewood, W.A.). He was definitely a murderer on the loose.
He started to attack me, and I took off up the street in my Landcruiser as fast as it would go, and I had him running alongside me for 300M, trying to grab me. He was absolutely feral.
I rang the cops and 3 police cars rocked up to the house on Holmes St where he raced into. I reckon the cops knew who he was, straight up.
There were people standing back too frightened to intervene, and I know why, now.
If I hadn’t got away in my Landcruiser, I’d be dead now, for sure, just another statistic.
I never heard anything about the episode and never even found out his name.
He was a big (175cm+), young white blonde male, and heavily built, and he was definitely a ruthless killer.
Ronald Thomson threatened me once in Vietnam, and I knew then, he was a very dangerous bastard to be around, and I kept well away from him.