PAUL BRADY IS A C*NT
I doubt he reads this place, and I doubt very much whether the twat will remember this incident.

This really was me being stupid, but it was everso slightly exacerbated by this particular knuckle dragging bottom feeding example of why people shouldn't breed.

The me being dumb part:
Me and my pal, Peter, both of us very young - pre-junior school age - were playing about in his yard, either hide and seek or tiggy or something like that, and at one point we were both tear-arsing back to 'in' when I forgot that there was a dog lead stretched across the yard. I flew for YARDS and landed perfectly on my face pushing my tooth through my lip where it shattered into a million pieces. I was a bit of a mess, and all my own dumb fault. And as a very young guy, of course wanted mom and started crying and what not.

So I head off home.

On the way, PAUL BRADY spots my obvious distress, damaged face, shattered tooth and starts singing 'baby face' at me. And then proceeds to try and bounce his football into my face. He was about 3 years older than me at the time (Eh. Still is, I guess), and in that day and age, those 3 years made a big difference.

The end result was many visits to the dentist, the nerve being drilled out (and there is no pain so bad as when the dentists presses some hideous fluid down onto your raw un- anaethsatised nerve to seal it) and a crown being affixed by the use of some metal pins being placed in MY FACE!

Dumb of me not see the dog leash. :-/
(TC, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 12:05, Reply)