Well I'm not staying up all night digging him a latrine in the street.Unfortunately, Swifty doesn't know what they're for.
He normally just fouls the pavement.Well I'm not staying up all night digging him a latrine in the street.
Years ago I worked with someone who was almost cut in half by a ceramic sink that broke when he fell against it while on holiday in Thailand. He showed me the photos - anatomically interesting, I can't believe he survived. The insurance company would never have believed him if he didn't have the photos his girlfriend took - and if she wasn't there, he would certainly have died. The insurer thought his injury was more likely to have been a motorcycle injury, and he wasn't insured for motorcycles. The accident went, as far as I remember, like this: he slipped on wet floor, fell against sink, sink bowl shattered and a very large, sharp chunk fell on the floor (think half the sink, with an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward); he fell on top of aforementioned chunk and was very neatly bisected, except for his spinal collumn and a few other bits. Quite a long recovery.Bit daft smashing it up considering a toilet isn't exactly heavy.
Cast iron baths however are a different story and the shards on those things are lethal.
Oooff! I'm surprised he lived at all. Blimey.Years ago I worked with someone who was almost cut in half by a ceramic sink that broke when he fell against it while on holiday in Thailand. He showed me the photos - anatomically interesting, I can't believe he survived. The insurance company would never have believed him if he didn't have the photos his girlfriend took - and if she wasn't there, he would certainly have died. The insurer thought his injury was more likely to have been a motorcycle injury, and he wasn't insured for motorcycles. The accident went, as far as I remember, like this: he slipped on wet floor, fell against sink, sink bowl shattered and a very large, sharp chunk fell on the floor (think half the sink, with an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward); he fell on top of aforementioned chunk and was very neatly bisected, except for his spinal collumn and a few other bits. Quite a long recovery.
You or Gordon would've just walked off and had a double whisky wouldn't you?Years ago I worked with someone who was almost cut in half by a ceramic sink that broke when he fell against it while on holiday in Thailand. He showed me the photos - anatomically interesting, I can't believe he survived. The insurance company would never have believed him if he didn't have the photos his girlfriend took - and if she wasn't there, he would certainly have died. The insurer thought his injury was more likely to have been a motorcycle injury, and he wasn't insured for motorcycles. The accident went, as far as I remember, like this: he slipped on wet floor, fell against sink, sink bowl shattered and a very large, sharp chunk fell on the floor (think half the sink, with an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward); he fell on top of aforementioned chunk and was very neatly bisected, except for his spinal collumn and a few other bits. Quite a long recovery.
I suspect that would have floored even me.You or Gordon would've just walked off and had a double whisky wouldn't you?
A mere flesh wound.
Years ago I worked with someone who was almost cut in half by a ceramic sink that broke when he fell against it while on holiday in Thailand. He showed me the photos - anatomically interesting, I can't believe he survived. The insurance company would never have believed him if he didn't have the photos his girlfriend took - and if she wasn't there, he would certainly have died. The insurer thought his injury was more likely to have been a motorcycle injury, and he wasn't insured for motorcycles. The accident went, as far as I remember, like this: he slipped on wet floor, fell against sink, sink bowl shattered and a very large, sharp chunk fell on the floor (think half the sink, with an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward); he fell on top of aforementioned chunk and was very neatly bisected, except for his spinal collumn and a few other bits. Quite a long recovery.
an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward
Years ago I worked with someone who was almost cut in half by a ceramic sink that broke when he fell against it while on holiday in Thailand. He showed me the photos - anatomically interesting, I can't believe he survived. The insurance company would never have believed him if he didn't have the photos his girlfriend took - and if she wasn't there, he would certainly have died. The insurer thought his injury was more likely to have been a motorcycle injury, and he wasn't insured for motorcycles. The accident went, as far as I remember, like this: he slipped on wet floor, fell against sink, sink bowl shattered and a very large, sharp chunk fell on the floor (think half the sink, with an astonishingly blade-like broken corner pointing upward); he fell on top of aforementioned chunk and was very neatly bisected, except for his spinal collumn and a few other bits. Quite a long recovery.
I hope you're not standing by a ceramic sink...Oh, reading that's made me go really, really wobbly
Strangely enough, we turned it on just as the race started and randomly picked numbers for winners without knowing anything about them. I picked 5 - I Am Maximus...My minor strangeness happened yesterday and might have won me a few quid had it happened earlier.
I used to follow the Grand National, but in the last few years I've been working while it's being run so I haven't even bothered to check out the field. Last night I was getting the newspapers ready to return and I was flicking through as I do, noticing that the GN was being featured heavily. I just turned to the Runners and Riders and scanned down the list. There was a horse called I Am Maximus, and as soon as I saw the name I thought 'that sounds like the winner'. (We used to have a cat called Maximus Spot, which probably influenced this opinion!). Packaged up the papers and forget all about it.
Driving home, put the ten o clock news on the car radio and they announced the GN winner. Yep. I Am Maximus. I actually felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle as they read out the name.
Bugger, is all I can say.
There was a horse called I Am Maximus, and as soon as I saw the name I thought 'that sounds like the winner'.
We have a winner!
maximus otter
Our @maximus isn't bad either.Had to look—what a plucky, intelligent looking beast that horse is.
And has a bigger willy.Our @maximus isn't bad either.
I couldn't possibly comment.And has a bigger willy.
How do you know?And has a bigger willy.
No. If it's the one I'm thinking of it's a coffee shop/bar now.Is the bakery still there?