Walking home from a mates in a group at around 1am
A few years ago. We were actually joking about how sad it was for us to be sober on a Saturday night like this.

So on the way home we were walking on a fairly narrow path (with me on the outside), when my foot half-slid down the curb and thus unbalancing me. I stumbled onto the road like a drunk, and then in an over-zealous attempt at re-asserting my composure, I over-compensated and stumble-ran back onto the path, slowly and ungracefully falling over like an anesthetised orangutang. I basically done a Klinsmann dive head first into a 1 foot high garden wall and almost knocked myself out.

It was brutal.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 5 Aug 2009, 13:31, Reply)