Embarrassing InjuriesSometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
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rob, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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I broke my dear MotherNot once, but twice. (And not in the way you're thinking, you sick fuck. I'm not from Norfolk.)
Time 1: Aged about 7, being taught how to putt in the garden (Golf is a big thing in my family for some reason). Having seen it on the telly, I thought a big backswing was necessary. So I went for the over-the-top follow-through, shattering my Mum's jaw in the process, as she had foolishly positioned herself behind me to see if I was aiming properly.
Time 2: About 4 years ago. Hadn't been home in a while, so on arrival gave my dear Mother an almighty bear hug, lifting her off the ground in the process. Heard something go "crack". It was her back. She's had to make weekly visits to the osteopath ever since, costing (by now) a good few thousand pounds, and is in almost constant pain.
I am a great son.
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TV's Nosemonkey, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 14:28,
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