Wall punchers and machetes, oh my!
Some time ago I was the Northern General, having my right leg rebuilt after a climbing accident. Summer of '02, during the World Cup. In my ward were among others: 2 blokes who punched the pub wall when Beckham scored, a Jewish guy who was referred to by them as "Oi! Four-be-two!", and a guy whose heroic evening's drinking (case of Stella, and 2 bottles of spirits) ended when he cuddled his mate's girlfriend and received half a dozen blows from a machete. 700+ stitches, fractured skull, broken jaw, permanent loss of use of his arm from the elbow down. Also the kid jilted by his girlfriend who'd jumped through a shop window, and minced off most his face. Also heard of but not seen was the HGV driver who'd fallen drunk from his cab while having a wank and fractured his skull.

Someday I'll go back; cheaper than backpacking and more exotic.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sat 31 Oct 2009, 23:00, Reply)