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It is a fine art wearing influences openly on the sleeve whilst creating a … Read Full Bio ↴It is a fine art wearing influences openly on the sleeve whilst creating a powerfully unique and distinct sound, but a craft British band IN ISOLATION has developed and honed to attention-grabbing success since emerging in 2009.

The Nottingham hailing trio draw on eighties inspirations for their indie rock adventures; new wave/post punk temptations ranging from The Smiths to David Bowie, Killing Joke, and The Cult helping trigger their own imagination alongside similarly rich hues sparked by post-punk revivalist bands like Editors and Bloc Party. United they spice a sound which is emotively kaleidoscopic and engagingly unpredictable; a proposal instinctively provoking thoughts, emotions, and eager physical involvement.




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Berlin Berlin’s on fire tonight, we’ll burn too These unfamiliar sk…
The Man Who Hides from Love Stand down This isn′t what I came for I'm the man who…


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Lothar Soran

I was nearly hit by lightning. Thankfully, it hit a tree above me. Let me explain why I was hiding under a tree in a storm. I am in the UK, and my grandmother took me up onto the moors. We had not intended to go there, but that's where we ended up. We went hiking through the woods, took a few wrong turns, and ended up on the Moors.

We had ended up crossing a field, and were chased by an angry bull, so we just ran in any direction which was away from the animal. We got lost, I was about 10 years old. The moors are tracts of land, covered in heather, and low blankets of plants. It is entirely flat, as far as the eye can see. There are very few landmarks, and one can wander on there, without seeing another living soul for ages. No buildings, people, or anything you can see that is distinctive. I started to get worried, and my nana was only just keeping her cool. The worst we worried about, was exposure, hypothermia, exhaustion, and dehydration.

It was a distinct possibility that we would never find our way, or be found. This was long before mobile phones were commonly available. After a few hours of wandering around, clouds started to gather. Within a weirdly short time, a storm like I had never experienced was upon us. Torrential rain sheeted down, we couldn't see more than five or ten feet around us. Then, the thunder broke, right above. And, I do mean RIGHT above us, my entire torso felt the vibrations.

Instead of panicking, my nana told me to take off my cross necklace, put it away, and lay down flat upon the ground. I was terrified, but her keeping calm helped. We tried to wait out the storm, but after fifteen minutes, lightning strikes were getting close, and the storm was not moving on. So, we had to move. The air felt very heavy, there was an odd smell, and my hair was standing up randomly. Even with all the rain, I smelled burning. I will admit, I started to pray: the one about travelling through the valley of death. Except I changed "walk" to "crawl". I was 10, it made sense to me at the time.

We crawled. I reached out to hold onto my nan's coat, so we didn't get separated. We eventually found an old, broken down dry stone wall, and cracked steps. Nana told me to turn around, and go down backwards, as close to the ground as I could get. I got a lot of damage from thistles, stone shards, and other things.

It seemed we slithered down for ages. Eventually, we got to the woods. We ended up taking shelter under the nearest tree. Shaking, so exhausted that I could not stand, I started to cry in earnest. She hugged me, and was apologising, and then the tree was hit. I knew something was coming, because that weird feeling, which had faded when we got off of the moors, came back extremely strongly. There was a blinding flash, I screamed, the smell of soot and burning became strong. The tree we were under broke, right down the trunk.

I had curled up and hunkered down to the ground. I felt the most weird, bizarre, prickling and painful sensation go through me. After the strike, my nerve completely broke, and I fled into the forest. I just wanted to get away from that tree. My nana chased after me, when she caught up, she grabbed me, calmed me down.

We started walking again. We eventually came across a building. Amazingly, it was a small church, tucked away in the woods, a chapel. It was very old, looking unused. We hammered on the door anyway, and were shocked when a priest answered. He was equally shocked to see us, we were in quite the state after all that had happened. We were both soaked, hunched over, covered in blood, and mud. Our clothes had rips in them, I was shivering very hard, and I was crying. My nana was in better condition, as she lived in the area and hiked regularly.

He immediately brought us inside, finding towels, warm blankets, and made us tea. I was extremely thankful, and ate some biscuits whilst the adults talked, sitting in front of the fireplace, which was loaded with wood.

My nana called my mother, her daughter in law. We had been away over eight hours, my mum was frantic, she had called the police long before. You cant be listed as a missing person on the first day, and the amount of time we were gone wasn't enough for them to mobilize a rescue team. We got directions from the priest, he also treated our wounds. He gave us some water to take along, we waited for the storm to stop, before we headed out. It was not an option to expect police to get to us, so we had to get out ourselves. We followed the path, making it home, in time. My nana had to carry me at one point, I was exhausted.

Suffice it to say, I am still terrified of lightning to this day. I refuse to go out of doors if there is a bad storm. It just seems safer.



All comments from YouTube:

Rationally Ruby

I love the last story. The men that stuck together survived. But the men who took the “every man for themselves” approach died in much larger numbers. Humans are capable of incredible things when they put their minds together!

SAS1984 smitty

I think age is a factor here.. In general, someone who is over 65, will spend more time in isolation than someone who is 20-40. The younger you are, I suspect the worse the outcome. For me, living alone for 5 years, (with little outside contact), caused an almost equal amount of time to recover from.

daz beal

ill talk to you

Martin Banič

How did come to this conclusion? They may spent more time in isolation, but they definitely do not get more resilient to it as their suicidality suggest. In fact they are the most affected group.

Hairless Harescrambler

I lived in complete isolation in the woods for 2 years after I divorced a cheating wife and lost everything I had ever worked hard for,my memory went out the window and I lost 100 pounds in the first 2 months,8 years later I still have alot of trouble with my memory and have trouble being in crowded places and its really difficult to accept new friends into my life

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WTF, 100 lbs? Did you starve yourself?

TRD Chris

My great uncle went to the hospital before because he had constant hiccups for over a week and could barely sleep. Personally I have had an experience where I had the hiccups for over 2 days, if it hasn't happened to you you wouldn't think about how much of a problem it could be but it makes it difficult to do everything... Especially sleep

Life.with.too.many.animals

You would go insane after awhile...kind of like how Chinese water torture worked !

Crest Walker

Me hiccups only for hours also drive me insane and for you 2days especially your uncle for over a week I just couldn't imagine the tortured the disturbance from that

*★*Jonathan*★*

It must have been scary to drink water dying by drowning due to hiccups

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