Cornish Walls
Last year I drove to Cornwall for my new boat launching party, and had organised a free bar in the local pub for all the shipyard workers. Finishing at 1630 that fateful Friday, we all piled in there, about 25 of us. I don't remember much after about 9pm, but I do remember one of the shipwrights later on taking me up some steep stone steps to my accommodation. Apparently when we got to the top of the steps I carried on climbing and walked like a crab straight into a stippled Cornish wall. My glasses fell to the ground, smashed, and part of the stipple went straight into the left side of my head, drawing blood. For those of you who are unfortunate enough to have cut your head open, you know that blood gushes everywhere from there. I had a white shirt on that was covered, and red jeans where it didn't show. I stumbled into the flat whereupon I tried to stave off said blood. Still pissed, I fell into bed. Next morning my partner was horrified - as I looked in the mirror my entire face was encrusted with the stuff. Cue a scream.

2 weeks later I realised that the scar that was left is probably identicle to having a facelift, as I have been asked same several times since. I assure you I haven't.

I have also been back to the same spot a few times since and realised that they'd had to paint the house, but the blood remains on the pavement.

If you live on the Fowey River you will know who I am, the gossip got out all over the village.

Sorry for length. Head in shame :-)
( Tiggy the diver, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 8:46, Reply)