


my sympathies..!Not as a child, but, years ago we had one of those old fashioned televisions, the ones with the thick glass screen and a control panel under the screen, no remote control back then. One night I'd gone to bed and the mrs shouted for me to come down and sort the telly out as it was playing up. I went downstairs in nothing but a vest and crouched down in front of the telly to try and tune it in. We had a young kitten at the time and he reached up and scrammed my balls causing my head to go through the tv screen knocking me out cold. The mrs called an ambulance and when they were carrying me out on a stretcher she told them how it happened, they laughed so much they dropped the stretcher and I broke my fecking arm.

Didn't happen!...causing my head to go through the tv screen knocking me out cold. The mrs called an ambulance and when they were carrying me out on a stretcher she told them how it happened, they laughed so much they dropped the stretcher and I broke my fecking arm.


I used to make pushbikes from old bits of bike I could scrounge or find. I took one magnificent beast out for a test ride round the block, and this particular bike had one of those brackets for a front lamp on one of the fork legs, and it had come loose and was not on straight. In one of my not so bright moments I decided that a hefty push with my foot would straiten it up and proceeded to kick it while still moving, Doh! Should have got a Darwin award for that.