Brief rock star fantasy
One day when I was about 6 or 7 in the school playground I decided I wanted to slide on my knees to a standstill like a rock star sliding to the front of the stage, imagining all the fans screaming my name as I threw my arms up in triumph. Sadly, due to a combination of soft grey cotton trousers and a hard concrete surface, this resulted in giant rips across my knees and bloodied kneecaps.
The stupid thing is, there wasn't anyone around to see me - I'd waited 'til I was alone to try it. Not only does this show a shyness not becoming of the rock star lifestyle, but I also had to explain to friends, teachers and family how this normally quiet boy got two large rips on his trousers and wounds on his knees.
Still, there's nothing quite like picking away at scabby kneecaps.
( The Silent Channel is getting his recommended 5-a-day, Fri 14 Feb 2014, 16:08, 1 reply)

I always found knee scabs to form as the biggest thickest widest ones, let 'em ripen good and pick them off carefully - like the back of a watch, then burn them over a candle and find out what the Vietnam war smelled like.
(Benzyl, Wed 19 Feb 2014, 22:54, closed)