new years
being cornish the done thing to do at the end of the year is to dress up and roam the streets of st ives with several thousand other like minded individuals. after a last minute costume gathering rush i found found myself down at the low tide mark dressed as a ghostbuster next to the harbour wall looking at the moon with a friend of mine. As we start to walk up the beach back into the town we spy a handbag that some fool has left in the middle of the beach. In a vodka induced moment of brilliance we decide that it should be kicked as hard as possible and both rush off to put the boot in. Being a bit quicker on my feet than my friend i arrived a couple of seconds ahead and gave the handbag a massive running kick. Only it wasn't a handbag. It was the tip of a very large lump of granite.

And i smashed my foot up.

And had to be carried back to the car (where we where sleeping).

And all this happened before midnight.

And i've no one to blame but myself.

and my friends all still laugh about it.

and it took over a year to heal fully.
(ianb, Thu 9 Sep 2004, 11:06, Reply)