when I was fifteen i jogged through a plate glass door on my way to going for a swim, didnt hurt on my way through, but falling back into long shards of glass made a bit of a mess of me! being as it was a party the female contingent and a couple of lads all fell down in dead faints looking at the results, it would seem that your guts are under pressure and opening your stomach cavity up causes them to pop out. So muggins popped myself back together (stomach wounds really dont hurt, especially when your going into shock) trotted into the kitchen and rang me mum at home as thats where all the parents were that night. She wasnt impressed from memory, but the old man and the house owner my best mates dad arrived in quick time, beating the ambulance, and off I went to A&E in the back of my mates dad's week old jag, all connolley leather in beige AND red by the time we reached hospital. Average speed 95 according to the coppers who followed us into the A&E entrance, who backed off fairly quickly as the old man heaved me out of the back when I spirted claret everywhere. A few stiches later (actually 5 hours worth of stiching) and all was well, great scars still to prove that beer and plate glass dont mix! once the coppers saw the back of the jag they walked away as well, didnt want to push their luck it would seem and as the mates dad mentioned later, they enjoyed the run!!! insurance company even settled the claim for a brand new interior all round. Had that happened nowadays the world would have sued each other, back then everyone was happy this nugget survived.
Still hurting myself nowadays, seems I dont learn 🙂
