Many moons ago I was painting a house for my student holiday job.

I was painting under the eaves one day and I needed to get down from a ladder that was set up in the middle of a cluster of shrubs. Camaelias I think.

For some reason I decided the best way down was to jump from the ladder over one of the shrubs in front. About 4-5 feet to the ground.

However I didn't quite make it, and managed to crash through the side of the camaelia. Unfortunately, I didn't see that the camaelia in question was supported by a warratah stake (one of those large 3-sided steel stakes that are used for fencing).

The bad news is that I landed squarely on top of the steel stake, impaling myself!

The miracle is that I managed to land on it in that nether region inbetween my arse and my scrotum (not sure what that part is called, but for me it was a life-ring). An inch either side and I would have either been skewered up my bum or I would not be the father of my children.

Fortunately I ended up with only 12 stitches and a war wound to be shared with an intimate few.

already over the jumpers
and loving the ears
definitely ipod lobes
satellite reception

for my money he's been on a diet of Hard Rain, All along the watchtower, Hey Joe, We are family and Oh daddy

did he go in before or after the Spice Girls split?

ah, there, made it. hi.
merc. forgive the absence.
deep cover with the guardians of our system. and heavy traffic.
seems that some of the sacred cows of the people have a quivering red dot on their foreheads.
the administrators will sign off anything that keeps them on the teat.
so, what's this place then?