Golf club to the face!
Probably sounds silly now, but when I was about 12, dad took me to the driving range. He was a keen golfer, and I think he wanted me to take up the sport... after this incident, I was sufficiently put off!

There I was, trying to hit this golf ball down the range. Dad was behind me talking to another golfer.

I swing at this ball with all my might... I miss... the club carrys on round... There is the most sickening *CRACK* I've ever heard.

I look round to see my father lying on the floor with blood pissing out of his face. His glasses were in bits next to him.

I honestly thought I'd killed him. I think I just fell down onto the floor in tears, I don't think my mind really knew how to react.

He was actually ok. The tough old bastard refuses an ambulance and insists on driving home again (to drop me off) before driving himself to the hospital to get stitches. Still with blood dribbling down his face from a big slice just above his eye socket.
( Beastie is doing science with his arse, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 13:53, Reply)