The NHS are our saviours
A while back when diesel prices hit a high I thought fuck this for a game of soldiers, I am going to make biodiesel. All went according to plan for a while, got lots of waste oil and the old Discovery ran like the proverbial sewing machine on the stuff. Anyway, I digress....

My secret 'still' was in a barn of a local farmer. Now, I am not saying the guy was an accident waiting to happen but his idea of a 13 amp plug was three wires loosley pushed at random into a mains socket.

I needed to cut the top off a steel drum so picked up an angle grinder. I should have known better. As soon as I plugged it in it span into life, twisted and proceeded to grind a nice deep inch long gouge out of my left hand thumb knuckle. Farmer Phil, bless him, had hard wired the power switch in the on position 'for my convenience'.

Anyway, after the shock of seeing my bone had set in, I drove to the local minor injury unit. God bless the NHS after 20 years of taxpaying, the nurse tersely informed me they were closed, could I drive 30 miles to A&E and please piss off out of their reception as I was bleeding profusely on the floor.

By now I was really pissed off. Butterfly plaster made of sellotape, half a bottle of vodka, 20 silk cut and an early night. Job done.

8 years at uni for a medical degree? Fuck that.
(Mong The Merciless Older not wiser, Sat 22 Jan 2011, 0:48, 1 reply)

I hope you didn't drive the Accord home after drinking all that vodka.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sun 23 Jan 2011, 0:15, closed)