A few weeks back
I injured myself while rather drunk. We were walking home from the pub, and decided a bit of bush jumping (fnarr) was in order. A few jumps later, thoroughly scratched, we decide to call it a night.

On the way back to the house I spot one of these and decide that rugby tackling it will be a great idea. I sprint across the road and leap, safe in the knowledge it will cushion my fall. It would have, if the fucker was attached to the floor. I dived straight through it, and hit the road hard.

Injuries? My back bled like a bitch with hundreds of bits of gravel in it, same with one of my arms, and I couldn't walk properly for a week, as I'd landed very hard on my hip.

Serves me fucking right, but god it was funny.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 13:44, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Hmm, yes,
everyone likes a bit of hedge-diving but only those seeking to prove Darwin correct are likely to tackle a traffic island. You're climbing up the scale of stupid but humour value saves you from a higher score.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 13:48, Reply)