I Hurt My Rude Bits, AgainMy 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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Thankfully not mineI was standing at a bus-stop, idly watching the workmen doing something drastic to the pavement opposite. One of them was using one of those pneumatic thumpy things, that flatten the ground after it's been filled. He was walking slowly backwards, one thump at a time.
What we could see, and he couldn't, was that behind him at the edge of the hole was some debris, including a length of wood resting on a brick. As he reached the end of his traverse, the thumper hit the wood, which pivotted about the brick and thwacked him in the arse with all the power available from the pneumatics, amplified by the lever principle.
(, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 15:58, 2 replies)
That deviceis called a Wacker Trench Rammer. Kinky, eh?
(, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 17:33, closed)
In this case it was his own trench that got wacked(, Mon 11 Mar 2013, 13:38, closed)
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