I sprained my ankle in Turin.
I was dancing on top of a bar with the owner doing a jig beside me (he loved us because there were about three hundred Fulham fans packed in his pub for three days solid), all was going well until I slipped and fell arse over tit onto the floor. Really fucking hurt and my mates laughing so much that it looked like they were going to burst didn't help. That was a bad couple days for falling over actually as when we scored I did a comedy tumble and ended up about eight rows infront of where I was originally standing.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 11:23, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

The landlady at our local attempted to do 'owling' recently (that stupid thing of sitting on your feet, and tucking your legs into your chest)
She did it sat on her own bar, whilst rather merry. The amusement was less when she fell off a moment later, fracturing her breast bone(?)

Silly woman.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 11:33, Reply)

I like breasts

(PsychoChomp, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 11:35, Reply)

Me too!

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 11 Oct 2011, 11:57, Reply)