Many moons ago
Whilst in college "studying" for an art foundation certificate, one of the other students had tied several bits of junk to strings and attached them to the ceiling pipes in the name of art.

Being a lunchtime and fetching my own food with me, i was left in the classroom alone while the others fetched their dinners from various parts of Newport town centre...god help them.
I sat myself on the edge of a table in front one of these dangling monstrosities and in my mind numbing boredom, proceeded to swing it back and forth, occasionally jerking left and right, like a Parkinson's afflicted boxer, to avoid it as it arc'd through the air towards me.
One particularly heavy swing though, sent the bugger clean over the top of the pipe and was coming back at me at great speed.

"right...duck" thinks I

I brought my torso forward at great speed...

...face first, straight into the back of a hard plastic chair...my lip split wide open and started pissing claret in great quantities all over the classroom floor.

I still have the scar to remind me of that particular fuck up!
(Pectacular Almost spectacular...but somethings missing!, Tue 1 Feb 2011, 18:14, 2 replies)

Had any one seen you,
You could have claimed it was an art performence.
( Matth knows what yellow snow tastes like, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 9:59, closed)

You're a food-fetching lunchtime
aicmfp
( Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:56, closed)