I want to know
how you fell down a hole and then some stairs now!
(TheHBoxster is probably playing Beatles Rock Band on, Sun 27 Sep 2009, 2:47, 1 reply)

indeed
that's a much more interesting story no offense like
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Sun 27 Sep 2009, 2:52, closed)

the fall?
well... you asked, and it is much more interesting. ahem,so...

On friday, i visited my friends house for a cheese and wine night. A civilised affair with various well educated young professionals attending. I arrived with my wonderful girlfriend and was warmly greeted by the householders, lovely young men to a man. I had three decent bottles of wine, some champagne and a delicious goats cheese, made from goats with personality.

It continued in this vein for a while. At some point, the missus and me visited another party where things went somewhat downhill. After several more drinks, including quarter pint shots of jagermeister, we went back to the civlised 'do' as they say up here.

However, it had somewhat deteriotated in theme we had been gone. After, apparantly, exposing myself in the road and slapping a few mates, I was stood on a wall. Next to the wall was one of those holes in the ground which allow light to basement windows, common to Victorian houses in many cities. I fell in.

People screamed. This Iremember. I remember being dragged out. I hurt. Then, as I was told in the pub earlier today, I did star jumps because I felt OK.

Then I ran up some stairs. a mate was at the top, having just covered his kitchen in urine. We bumped into each other. He didn't like this. And he threw my loose limbed drunken frame back down. 6 feet. Concrete. Second time in ten minutes. Head. Hurts.

I got up. Chased him. Was pulled off (not in good way) and checked over by some caring people. Then sent home.

My vision is nearly back. But I hurt. All over.

Length - ten minutes of idiocy. Jah know how many days of pain. And shame.

Bet you wish you hadn't asked!
(youwhat? braaaaap, Sun 27 Sep 2009, 18:32, closed)