blodd, blood, glorious blood, nothing quite like it for scaring the shit out of little kids
One of my many many vehicular acidents involved a little red austin seven, a wet road, some bald tyres and a ditch. It was fairly spectacular in a ¨spin round 3 times, hit the verge, flip and fly through the air backwards before falling out of (luckily) open topped car before it landed¨
The net result was a busted gearlever, a broken collar bone and blood gushing from a broken nose and good old fashioned teeth through the lower lip.
I clambered out of the ditch, swore gently several times as this was not going to be easy to explain to dear mama (her car) and staggered over to a nearby farmhouse to procure some telephonic assistance (a mobile phone in those days involved gypsies, big red phone boxes and a scrap yard)
The door was answered by a charming little girl in school uniform all ready for her day with Mrs. Tompkins and the other 5 year olds.
I was a little bloody.
She screamed.
Loudly.
Long.


I did get to call my mum. She wasn´t happy. (You did what? AGAIN!) and the bruise from the collar bone break was massive. Almost like wearing a purple shirt.
Cool crash.
One of my better attempts.
Sorry for traumatising you little girl. ps your mum was v.v.hot.
(godisdove I like cheese, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 23:33, Reply)