Carnage
Once upon a time in the dark distant days of my youth I decided to go for a ride on my bike but being 16 and stupid i decided to drink the best part of half a bottle of whiskey first. So off i went in the height of summer wearing a heavy leather jacket on a rather banged up old mountain bike. With no particular direction in mind I found myself cycling along the side of the thames in cherstey about 10 miles from home, well owing to the weather i decided that it would be prudent to remove my coat, I was feeling a little light headed, and the best place to store it whilst i cycled was accross the handle bars. Not the best move! because no more than 2 minutes later the sleeve of my coat fell down and became tangled in the front wheel causing it top stop turning which in turn threw me over the handle bars and in to the middle of the tow path! With the alcohol it didnt hurt that much but I really couldnt muster the effort to untangle myself from the wreckage and resume my journey, I thought i might just stay there a while, actually i passed out! When I woke I found that 4 hours had passed and although I was in quite a busy spot everyone had just ignored me and left me lying there, old people rambled past and parents had been feeding the ducks with their kids just feet from my head!
(Magic Pants, Thu 4 Jan 2007, 1:06, Reply)