What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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I would hunt out the antiseptic cream, tweezers and assorted other first aid items.
I have always know myself to be accident prone, but this weekend I proved it to myself spectacularly. It is now my firm belief that if inanimate objects* can cause me such great harm, a dancing, flaming fire would clearly go out of its way to hunt me down and consume me.
So for that reason, and because invisible personal protective wear does not yet exist, I'll save the first aid kit.
*like floors. Specifically tarmac covered roads going down slight slopes. Specifically those which rise to greet me like an old friend, and with a gentle caress, remove the skin from my knee, elbow, wrist, nose, chin and top lip.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:00, closed)
if there's an accident waiting to happen, it waits for me to wander by!
Have a sympathy click - and some TCP
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:02, closed)
If that scars you won't be able to grow a 'tash...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:07, closed)
I guess that save her from having to bleach then. ;)
Not that I'm saying she'd have to anyway...
I'm good at digging holes, me.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:09, closed)
Wee Witch - thanks, though the chocolate might help more.. I'm halfway down a tube of Savlon and on the hunt for more
And Kaol - It's going to match the one on my chin from ages back (plus,no doubt the new one). The best bit of that was the stitches made me feel like I had a small beard to twirl...
Belgaer... if you dig a hole, I guarantee I'll fall into it.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:10, closed)
I have a purple bruise the size of an duck egg on my stomach at the moment. I keep banging into things.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:10, closed)
for saying you have a tash. :D
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:12, closed)
The way things are feeling right I think the only way I could hurt anyone would be by falling over onto them and dragging them down with me.
But no, I've no moustache anyway. For I am a laydee, even if a most tomboy esque falling over one.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:14, closed)
I know she's a she, and she knows that I know she's a she too.
Er... Yep.
Having a small beard to twirl is fantastic, I'll vouch for that.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:14, closed)
*pats ancrenne's hurty bits*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:15, closed)
You might want to wear a glove for that. I am oozing somewhat.
Thanks though :)
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:16, closed)
*puts on rubber surgical glove*
*pats some more*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:17, closed)
*KY*
Every time.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:18, closed)
Kirsty Young..?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:19, closed)
Just lie back and think of England.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:20, closed)
Well, it'll cheer me up and give me something else to think about
*lies back*
Can I think of Wales though? Being not from around these here parts?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:21, closed)
*steps up*
EDIT: Yes, Wales is fine. As long as it takes your mind off me, you'll be fine...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:24, closed)
there's someone else like me. None of my friends actually understand how I cause myself so much pain. I have burns all over my arms and hands because I *always* touch the oven door when I open it.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:26, closed)
I touch the oven door too... I just have oven gloves or a towel over my hands ;)
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:28, closed)
Subconcious masochists learning first aid.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:30, closed)
my legs are covered in bruises at the moment, all of which are legitimately due to my clumsiness, generally walking into things that are harder than me. Oh, and scrapes on my back from climbing into a roofspace without a ladder. And, er, carpet burns on my knees from, er, a carpet...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:30, closed)
Yes, an injury shared is one halved and all that. I hadn't even got over the falling over nothing and twisting my ankle from last weekend which made me limp like some deformed crab.. The knee I've done in is on the other leg so I now limp with two legs.I am soooo classy.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:31, closed)
right between my eyebrows where I fell over and landed on the bed post. That defies probability.
And I also wear oven gloves, but due to my spacktardedness I still burn myself.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:32, closed)
It's not like I can run away at the moment, is it?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:32, closed)
could we start with prevention? how do so many people go around and NOT twat themselves on things?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:32, closed)
my boyfriend says it's because most people actually think about where they're going, or the danger involved in an activity, whereas I just do whatever seems quickest at the time.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:34, closed)
At the moment, got a couple of scratches on my arm from some wood, but other than that I'm holding up nicely.
I did shut my head in a car door once though.
EDIT: @ancrenne: Fair point... But you know, if they struggle it only makes it more fun...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:35, closed)
I reckon I could manage flailing. Does flailing count?
Madam... that could be right. I do live in a little world of my own and just occasionally have to dip into this one. That's usually where problems start..
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:36, closed)
Makes it more exciting.
Edit: flailing is certainly a possibility.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:37, closed)
it's that things bump into me. I swear the corner of my desk moves in time to thwack me right in the hip.
*rubs bruised hip*
*passes ancrenne mega-size bar of Dairy Milk*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:37, closed)
Is still good.
As long as I don't get hit in the face.
"Not the fucking face you bitch!" - 10 points to first one to get the reference.
@ chcb: " I like to struggle. Makes it more exciting." Damn those ten years...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:40, closed)
I did just make myself a sympathy lunch of chocolate sauce. I smacked my jaw so hard when I landed that eating solid food is tricky but melted chocolate hits the spot.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:41, closed)
if it's the film I'm thinking of it's a horrible film.
Now, how many ropes do you own?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:42, closed)
buttery mashed potatoes for you then, followed by ice cream.
MMMMMM.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:42, closed)
can I pop round for lunch some time? Chocolate sounds so much nicer than a boring cheese roll.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:44, closed)
What film are you thinking of?
Was it a book first?
Ropes... Erm... Quite a lot for a non-climber.
And bags of large cable ties. Cable ties are fantastic.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:44, closed)
... or the Cider inside her?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:44, closed)
ooooooo, cable ties...
Roll on 4pm.
Edit: Yes. American Psycho.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:44, closed)
from painting the exterior porch wall and gardening at the week end. My thumb and wrist are particularly twingy just now
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:45, closed)
I'm not sure which conversation I'm more drawn to.
They;d probably combine quite well. And I have a LOT of rope.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:45, closed)
how about ropes AND judicious use of the potato masher?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:46, closed)
If I wasn't lying down already, I'd have had to take to my bed at that thought...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:47, closed)
is the one book I wish that I had never read. The film is all fluff and kittens in comparison.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:48, closed)
agreed!
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A lot more.
Film was a shine-y, plastic-y wipe-clean version.
In summary: Rat - Cheese - Hooker - Chainsaw.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:51, closed)
That sums up most of your evenings.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:52, closed)
no no and no. If you had lady's bits you'd understand the horror more. It was the acid that got me bad. And popping eyeballs with lighters.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:52, closed)
Cheese!
No...
Hooker!
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:52, closed)
I keep them in a jar, in ethanol, next to my bottle-O-eyeballs, next to my bed.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:56, closed)
horrific thoughts.
Quickly - steer this conversation back to ropes, cable ties, potato mashers, fishnet stockings, gags, and good thick solid leather belts immediately.
er, sorry, getting carried away...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:56, closed)
Ew! I don't use them!
Decoration only!
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:58, closed)
GOATS!
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:58, closed)
I was there already, hence having gone quiet. I've got to be elsewhere at 4 y'see.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:58, closed)
good work! Me too, so I'm rushing it a little now.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 14:59, closed)
rushing is tricky when wrists don't work so well.. damn injuries
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 15:01, closed)
Some man coming to see me at 4, to quote "to instal infa-red detecters".
Fucking retard, he can wait until ten past, I'm not interupting my weekly sexual action for him.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 15:04, closed)
Couldn't you just get in early?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 15:07, closed)
But I'm a creature of habit.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 15:11, closed)
and now I'm scared
hope everyone's ouches get better soon though.
*wonders if cave needs hospital area*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 16:13, closed)
It would've stopped things getting so insane/messy if you were here.
*wipes away blood*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 16:17, closed)
But thank you.
I've been doing stuff in the real world!
How are you all?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 16:23, closed)
Bit of a train-wreck-O-carnage.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 16:31, closed)
Are we all alone?
*grins*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 16:54, closed)
I just dropped by to borrow a cup of sugar.
Don't mind me, I'll be gone in a jiff once I've filled me cup.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:01, closed)
I'm off now. Byeeee!
*Closes door*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:02, closed)
Fuckin' pervy locals, always after their sugar.
Like bees.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:05, closed)
Good thing I missed out on my 4pm this week. Looks like it turned into utter carnage!
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:06, closed)
It did I'm afraid.
As an aside, where the fuck are Al and Burt?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:09, closed)
they've been very quiet over the last couple of days.
Maybe a goat's got them chained up in its cellar?
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:17, closed)
It's gonna be quiet tomorrow if they don't come back.
None of AlBert Kaol on here... That's just wrong...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:20, closed)
I read one post of his - a reply to someone.
I suspect Al was actually doing some work today as he's got Thursday and Friday off.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:23, closed)
Thursday or Friday either...
I did all my work though.
*smug*
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:27, closed)
Then maybe it was you who said they'd be off work Thursday and Friday....I knew it was someone...
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:44, closed)
I think Al was off on a course some time.
That was it.
*shrugs*
It's not like they're real people.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:48, closed)
You're all figments of my over-active imagination anyway.
Soon you shall all feature in a concocted cock and bull story which will reign supreme over the internet, and Ashford.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:52, closed)
I'll proof it for you, if you wish...
You know where I am, if you want me.
(, Wed 14 May 2008, 17:58, closed)
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