For some people 13 is an unlucky number.

St John Ambulance volunteers improved the luck of a 13-year-old boy when they treated him after he was struck by lightning - at 13:13 on Friday 13.

The boy was struck at Lowestoft Seafront Air Festival today, Firday 13th, and it was only while the ambulance team was treating him that they noticed the time - 1.13pm.

The unnamed buy suffered a minor burn and was taken to James Paget Hospital, where he is expected to make a full recovery.

Two other people have been treated at the event today for lightning strikes - they were all holding umbrellas at the time.

Rex Clarke, who leads the team of St John Ambulance volunteers at the event, said: ‘There’d been very heavy rain all day, but this afternoon we saw a big flash of lightning over the sea and a loud clap of thunder.

'We got a call that someone had been struck by lightning so we immediately sent our paramedics to the scene, followed by an ambulance. Lightning strikes can cause cardiac arrest, but when our volunteers arrived the boy was conscious and breathing.

'We treated two more injuries from lightning burns in the space of twenty minutes - all three people were holding umbrellas at the time, which acts as a conductor for electricity.'

Clive James, first aid expert at St John Ambulance, says: ‘The biggest risk of a lightning strike is that it could stop the heart and breathing.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1302883/Lightning-strikes-boy-13-13-13-Friday-13th.html#ixzz0wYFuRtRl

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The unnamed buy suffered a minor burn and was taken to James Paget Hospital, where he is expected to make a full recovery.

Well, it was obviously his lucky day. I mean, how else do you beat those odds of multiple 13s? I think this is indisputable proof that 13 is NOT an unlucky number and we should start building hotels with a 13th floor.

^ Yeah I really hate that missing 13th floor thing. The other day I was in a building on floor 12A & I asked if they had a floor 12B & the thai girl looked at me like I was stupid or something (fair cop) ANYWAY, I asked her what was the floor below and she told me 12, I asked her what was the floor above and she replied, 14. I said, ahh, so we are 13 floors up and she seemed rather annoyed with me and told me there was no floor 13.

Its kind of like the missing row 13 on the aircraft.

ALSO BOATER, the kid wasnt struck by lightening at 13:13 BUT rather was being treated by the paramedics at this time, so wouldnt that be a stroke of luck?

What happened to the umbrella?

Doesn't anyone care about umbrellas these days?

There they sit, day after day, week after week, doing no harm, but being ignored by all. Then, one rainy day, everyone wants one. Everyone wants a friend to protect them. And when the rain stops - forgotten again in some dark closet.

Why don't we organise a National Umbrella Tribute Society? (NUTS for short) and have a special day for bringing our favorite umbrella out in the daylight?

St Swithins Day would seem appropriate.

I'd think that it would be rather unlucky to get struck by lightning regardless of the time and date.

Hang on.

He got struck by lightning and lived, yet he is considered unlucky?

Hang on.

He got struck by lightning and lived, yet he is considered unlucky?

and humpee beee bear is worried about the 'lom' PRICELESS!

Humph has it all wrong though.

Umbrella's are evil, spiteful things. You think they sit in the corner being quiet whereas the reality is that they are scheming up the next eye attack. Don't be fooled as the bear has been.

Humph has it all wrong though.

Umbrella's are evil, spiteful things. You think they sit in the corner being quiet whereas the reality is that they are scheming up the next eye attack. Don't be fooled as the bear has been.

Depends on the umbrella, MR.

Golf umbrellas, now, are large, jovial, brightly coloured brollys, they enjoy a day out and have fun with the clubs. A brolly in the trolley means you're going to have a good day.

Handbag versions, on the other hand, lie in the dark of bag and when you need them they burrow deeper and when finally found and brought out into daylight, have attached various things - house keys, hankies, letters you were about to post - to themselves and then drop them over the wet pavement before refusing to open. Then bend out of shape and go cartwheeling away in the slightest breeze.

I am talking about the old-fashioned gamp. The black ones that sit tightly wrapped in their hall cylinder, while their tightly-wrapped owners put on their bowlers and threadbare black overcoats and go off to work, where they refuse any indigenous Brit any social welfare for that month. These poor brollys are condemned to a life of poverty and deserve our sympathy, even if their owners should be transported to the colonies.

How would you like to be dragged out into the cold winter air, from a comfortable stall in the hall? And left indoors whenever the sun shines? At least here in SE Asia the wives and daughters take out their brollies whenever the sun comes out, to give them an airing. I realise that the umbrellas here have to work much harder, with the heavy rain for six months and more every year, but the rain is warm, not that freezing ice of the UK. And the gamps are prettier, with bright colours and adverts all over them. They are happy, joyful things, like the GUs at the start of this post.

Poke your eyes out, indeed!! Only if you don't carry your own umbrella, which will protect you from such attacks (unless you're two metres tall, when you probably hold the gamp too high to protect anything except your own selfish head.

Vote for the brolly!