
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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When the pain finally goes away and ones spuds reduce in diameter to something less scary, the array of colours from jet black to dark blue to yellow, green and various red and pinks of the bruising, when it starts to fade, is amazing.
Its the whole hanging a bit lower than they used to thing thats the only real downside.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:04, 2 replies)

But one of my mate's had real problems with an infected wound and he was off work for week's with it.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:07, closed)

It ached a bit the first day, was fine the second, then on the third day I had to drive someone to a party and spent the rest of the day doing stuff round the house. The next day it was pretty sore where I'd done a bit too much the day before... so I insisted on spending the weekend being waited on by the then-Mrs-Kenny-Martin :)
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