A mate of mine
Had an experience many years ago that still makes me wince when I think about it.

In the summer holidays, he sometimes used to go and stay with his Gran in the picturesque (ask Legless) coastal village of Alnmouth. Being a coastal village, it has a particularly nice beach, and being a summer of 25+ years ago, wasn't repeatedly pissing with rain. So he did what any 8 year old boy would do, and played in the sea. Splashing, swimming about, and pissing in his swimming trunks. As you do.

Exiting the sea to go and have a lie down on his towel and dry off, he felt his toe snag on something slightly. Jerking his foot, it seemed to free easily, and he continued his walk towards the shore. This being the North Sea, the water was still pretty cold despite the warm sunshine.

On reaching the beach and starting the walk up to his towel, he suddenly became aware of a stinging sensation and looked down at his foot. To see his big toenail flapping around happily and sand working its way into the soft, horribly bloodied skin beneath it...

His toe has got snagged on some driftwood, but the coldness of the sea had acted as a temporary anaesthetic so he didn't feel a thing until he exited the water. He still reckons it's one of the most painful things he's ever had to endure, and that the 20 metre walk up the beach to his towel was akin to a marathon as he tried to keep his toe out of the sand.

Ow...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 17:49, 5 replies)

My toes
just curled up in sympathy.

Ouchie

*click*
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 17:58, closed)

You fucker
*shudders*

The only thing worse than sand on feet is sand in you.
( Cawl, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 18:04, closed)

Picturesque
No visit to the picturesque village of Almouth is complete without a visit to the charming little Post Office, wherein lies the most miserable postie in Britain. Go on, ask her if she likes being a postie........ oh, and bring a packed lunch and a lawn chair if you do....
(Lord Blumpy is mildly off-topic on, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 18:12, closed)

Sorry Kaol
I'd forgotten about your aversion to sand.

Please don't face rape me at the bash
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 8 Aug 2008, 0:34, closed)

my mum went one better
stood on a broken bottle on the beach. my granddad had to pick her up and run to the little cottage hospital a mile away, literally holding the top half of her foot on.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 1:20, closed)