At school...
During my school years, PE sessions used to change after so many weeks (maybe each term). So we would play football for several weeks, then hockey, basketball etc.

On this particular occasion it was Gymnastics, so lots of apparatus was out, crash mats, trampolines, horses (not real ones) etc.

The slightly larger and less confident students (myself included) were doing cartwheels and forward rolls, whilst the fitter and more daring were practising front flips over one of the horses.

To help these particular students, the teacher stood to the side of the 'horse' to guide the future Olympic champions over and onto the crash mat without hurting themselves.

So my mate (let's call him Nathan) was up next. He strode up purposefully, took a run up to the mini trampoline, jumped, hands onto the horse, but then he seemed to lose his balance. He toppled sideways slightly and the momentum took him and more specifically his knee, straight into the teacher's head.

It wasn't until we heard the loud crash that most of us saw what had happened. Nathan and teacher ended up in a heap on the hard wooden floor.

Nathan was fine, having had an angry Scottish man break his fall.

The teacher? Concussion and spent a week at home.

I thought the Scots were meant to be hard.
(porkinator is a Rock n Roll nerd!, Thu 9 Jul 2009, 15:55, Reply)