The doctors said I had unconfirmed haemophilia. People said I was clumsy, a clown, an accident waiting to happen. They were wrong. I have endured a multiplicity of injuries including: 200 stitches; a broken femur; broken bones in my feet; 3 sprained ankles; several dislocated kneecaps; ruptured knee ligaments; a broken scaphoid; traumatic bruising to my shin and a dislocated shoulder. These are the presents that EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME bestowed upon me. At fifty eight years of age I had had enough. I lay on the floor in my garage with the fallen ladder as my companion, listening to the siren of an approaching ambulance. I thought to myself "I have to find a way to make all this stop. If I survive."

Josh Michaels doesn't know it, but he's worth more dead than alive. A firm has bought his life insurance policy and they want to collect on it--even if it means killing Josh.

Lara Brown attempts to protect her creative, free-spirited daughter Sarah from the worst consequences of Sarah's determination to live life on the brink of disaster.

This report finds the three bankers guilty of "catastrophic failures of management" in the run-up to the collapse of HBOS which resulted in its emergency takeover by Lloyds bank. "Toxic" misjudgments by the three led to the bank's downfall. Lloyds later needed a £20.5bn taxpayer bail-out at the height of the financial crisis as a direct result of its acquisition of HBOS. So far only one former HBOS director, Peter Cummings, has been penalised, after being fined £500,000 and banned for life from working in the City last September. The Commission said it was wrong that he should shoulder the blame alone. They claim "The primary responsibility for the downfall of HBOS should rest with Sir James Crosby, architect of the strategy that set the course for disaster, with Andy Hornby, who proved unable or unwilling to change course, and Lord Stevenson, who presided over the bank's board from its birth to its death.", and calls on the new City regulator to consider barring them from taking up any role in the financial sector. Senior executives of HBOS tried to blame the losses on the temporary closure of wholesale markets. During the financial crisis, banks stopped lending to each other, resulting in their short-term supplies of funding drying up. But members of the Commission said they were disappointed by such explanations, as it was the lending approach that was to blame. The FSA's failure to act exposes what a flawed regulatory framework was in place and politicians of all parties backed the propping up of the banks with frighteningly expensive bailouts

An Irish gumshoe gets in trouble again in this steamy short fiction that features gangs, pay-offs, immigration and a dose of greed. Private detective John Blaine is back treading Dublin's mean streets. With his marriage now on track, and a new baby to keep him closer to home, it seems life is good. That is, until he gets a call from the owner of nightclub in Dublin's raucous Temple Bar. A Romanian gang is threatening to burn the place down, but there are two sides to every story. Before he knows it, Blaine finds himself in the center of the blaze.

"Lorne Tepperman and Nicole Meredith evaluate the research on unexpected injury rates across the world, with a particular focus on Canada, before delving in more detail into how these injuries are patterned, and how we may use our knowledge of that patterning to improve public health and safety."--

A journalist recounts the surprising history of accidents and reveals how they’ve come to define all that’s wrong with America. We hear it all the time: “Sorry, it was just an accident.” And we’ve been deeply conditioned to just accept that explanation and move on. But as Jessie Singer argues convincingly: There are no such things as accidents. The vast majority of mishaps are not random but predictable and preventable. Singer uncovers just how the term “accident” itself protects those in power and leaves the most vulnerable in harm’s way, preventing investigations, pushing off debts, blaming the victims, diluting anger, and even sparking empathy for the perpetrators. As the rate of accidental death skyrockets in America, the poor and people of color end up bearing the brunt of the violence and blame, while the powerful use the excuse of the “accident” to avoid consequences for their actions. Born of the death of her best friend, and the killer who insisted it was an accident, this book is a moving investigation of the sort of tragedies that are all too common, and all too commonly ignored. In this revelatory book, Singer tracks accidental death in America from turn of the century factories and coal mines to today’s urban highways, rural hospitals, and Superfund sites. Drawing connections between traffic accidents, accidental opioid overdoses, and accidental oil spills, Singer proves that what we call accidents are hardly random. Rather, who lives and dies by an accident in America is defined by money and power. She also presents a variety of actions we can take as individuals and as a society to stem the tide of “accidents”—saving lives and holding the guilty to account.