On the injury front
I was at a wedding a couple of years ago and drank way too much free champers in the afternoon, followed by much wine and beer afterwards. There was a free bus laid on to get people home, and the missus fell asleep so by the time I got her awake we'd missed our stop and had to walk half a mile back to ours. As soon as the fresh air hit us both we were wobbling all over the place like two uncoordinated Weebles.

She fell over, I bent down to pick her up, at which point gravity took over and I faceplanted the pavement, splitting the top of my nose open down to the bone. This was at the end of two weeks leave, so when I went into work on the Monday I had a nice, raw injury and two incredibly black eyes. Very professional.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 3 Oct 2011, 9:30, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I remember the photo you posted
Ouch
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Mon 3 Oct 2011, 9:31, Reply)

Still, I got another scar to add to the collection.
The best ones are from when my ex mother in law's cat slid down my arm after she got a fright. They've faded a bit now but for years I looked like a fucking self harmer.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 3 Oct 2011, 9:50, Reply)