One time, in primary school...
I rode my bike into a wire re-enforced window.

I was riding around the playground, and just at the worst time the handle bars twist all the way round as far as they could go, and I am suddenly travelling perpendicular to where I want to be heading. I topple, face hits afore mentioned glass-wire composite material of the first aid bay (irony, eh?) and I get knocked-out for a few seconds.

I have very little memory of the events after this. I end up in the local doctor's place with a rather busted-up face. End up with a scar on my cheek.

Add that to the scar on my neck (from an operation when I was eleven, needed because some sort of bee stung me when on holiday in spain), and people have actually believed me in the past when I've told them I've been in two knife fights and let the each guy cut me once before I killed them.

That last bit is a lie, by the way.

Apologies for length. I can ramble on at times.....
( MBar And now back to your regularily scheduled lurking., Mon 6 Sep 2004, 20:17, Reply)