the end of the middle finger on my left hand is a pathetic fleshy lump
following a somewhat bizarre drunken accident...

Whilst returning from a local watering hole it seems i decided to break into a run whilst chatting to a friend over my shoulder. It was at this point that i tripped over a curb and fell headlong into a bus shelter... fortunately the window at the end was perspex and so rather than smash it simply bowed out a little way... unfortunately it came back on my finger and trapped it firmly between the glass and the metal frame.

Now in a normal frame of mind i'd probably have bowed the glass out again and retrieved my finger... as it wass i decided to yank it out. The next morning i was woken at 6 am by my mum shouting that the bathroom looked like something from the texas chainsaw massacre; i'd got home and decided to put a plaster over the cut and go to bed... cue a quick trip to casualty where i had the joyeous experience of trying to explain to a young spanish doctor who spoke quite poor english that yes, i had done it running into a bus shelter... thus my medical notes now include a little cartoon sketch of me yanking off the end of my own finger... charming

bloody hell, that was an epic
( lemony, Sun 6 Feb 2005, 13:45, Reply)