
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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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 :)
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 19:43, Reply)
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