Tickets please.
When i was 11 (some 13 years ago) i was enjoying a bank holiday weekend in blackpool with a friend and his parents. We'd managed to do and see everything in blackpool within the first 18 minutes of the weekend but managed to keep ourself fairly occupied for the entire weekend. Come monday afternoon we're on an open top bus approaching the stop we want to get off at.

Bus starts to slow down, pretty much everyone gets up, we were very near the back on the top deck. Now, i'm not one for waiting so i said to my mate (in ear shot of his parents), i bet i can jump over the side and land on my feet.

I did jump, i didn't land on my feet. 13 years, 6 operations, 4 methods of pins and bolts, alot of painkillers both prescribed and not, and hundreds of days of constant agony. Many more years of it to come.

Also, when i was younger (6 or 7) my mum informs me i used to chase lightning with a metal pole. I can't remember this but i'm assured it used to frighten the life out of her.
(clayud, Wed 30 Jul 2008, 21:54, 2 replies)

'Kin 'ell!
"13 years, 6 operations, 4 methods of pins and bolts"

:o(

Most of us do such stupid things at that age. I'm sorry that it turned out so badly.

Hope there's some improvement as time goes on.
( sir_spicious2000 Crap I've watched: www.filmplop.blogspot.com/, Wed 30 Jul 2008, 22:21, closed)

It sounds like
you were made with a bigger than normal self destruct button hidden somewhere inside.

I'm clicking out of sympathy....
(Scrumpy does not negotiate with terrorists,, Thu 31 Jul 2008, 11:13, closed)