My many scars....
1: On my right calf, I have a lovely scar caused by me sitting on an old armchair that my mate found. The reason it had been thrown out was the fuck-off spring sticking out the side of the cushion, which went straight in my leg. Hospital, tetanus shot. Infection. Woohoo.

2: On my lad. Caught my foreskin majorly in my zip when I was around 8. Split all the way and there is still a weird line on it.

3: On my left arm. A very thin but very long scar all the way around my elbow. Cause unknown.

4: My left hand. 2 broken fingers (little finger and middle finger) playing volleyball, plus a scar on my palm from when I worked for a popular holiday company (rhymes with shaven) and I was clearing glasses, one of which exploded and imbedded itself in my palm. Hospital. Tetanus. Steri-strips. No time off work. Woohoo.

5: Right hand. Broken and deformed little finger. Caught in my sister's bedroom door. The hinge side.

6: Left cheek. Star-Trek logo shaped scar from when I was about 4. My sister was looking after me, and went to the loo. I was running round the bathroom, slipped on a sheepskin rug and impaled my cheek on a rocking chair. Lots of blood. Plaster. No hospital. Chocolate. Mother whingeing about ruined rug.

7: Forehead: Chicken pox scar caused by scratching when I should not have.

8: Top of head: Good old scar from when I did a forward somersault over my bike's handlebars, landed on the road head first, and was knocked out for about 20 minutes. This being the middle of nowhere, I was found in a heap by the local postman on HIS bike. Ambulance. Hospital. 3 days in. Headaches constantly until aged 13 (when it was cured by a tonsillectomy, strangely). Ice cream.

Never apologise. Never explain.
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