tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post3757260419870126594..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Insult To InjuryKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-47722720468382029372013-09-02T08:22:50.115+01:002013-09-02T08:22:50.115+01:00I am truly sorry about your bruise but have to adm...I am truly sorry about your bruise but have to admit to hearty chuckling whilst reading your blog which almost always provides a very good start to a week.<br />I can sympathise with you regarding being injured in the various manners you described. I broke my right ankle about 5 years ago and had to give up extreme sports.<br />Please don't tell anyone that the extreme sport in which I was participating was walking from the Post Office to Waitrose. Am never going to do that again.Karen Redmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18368078023802765569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-48867897425897517752013-09-01T18:54:55.306+01:002013-09-01T18:54:55.306+01:00I'm always cracking my skull on the extractor ...I'm always cracking my skull on the extractor fan that sticks out a bit too far.<br /><br />Never stepped on a rake, but at school once I was trying to peer through a door window into the sports hall, where reheasals for the school show were taking place. I couldn't see a thing through the blackout curtain, including the kid who burst through the door, smashing me in the face.<br /><br />Funny to look backnon, hurt like a bastard.Marc Patersonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-63045576043191606072013-09-01T12:35:48.681+01:002013-09-01T12:35:48.681+01:00I wouldn’t say I’m especially clumsy and I certain...I wouldn’t say I’m especially clumsy and I certainly don’t think I’ve ever stepped on a rake but then that would involve being out in the garden and I don’t do gardens. I did as a kid I did and there were times when rakes were lying around begging to be stepped on but I pretty much avoided interacting with them even in the ways recommended by the manufacturers. I wonder if rakes come with instructions these days. You know the kind of instructions I’m talking about: This is a tube of glue so don’t ingest or pour in your eye. IF you happen to ingest or pour in your eyes then do this. So I suppose the instructions for a rake would include: don’t leave lying around on the grass, prongs up in case some Irish pillock steps on them because they do that you know. <br /><br />As an aside, as you take an interest in these things, since I started reading your post the bird’s been screaming at me. Not the car alarm but just a persistent Yeep! …. Yeep! ….. Yeep! …. Yeep! Does make reading rather hard. So I’ve stuck on a booming soundtrack (<i>Eagle Eye</i> in case you’re interested) which he’s taken as a challenge and decided to fly around the room shrieking. I’m ignoring him and getting on with this. At the moment he’s sitting atop the print of the cow’s head yeeping away and failing to get any attention. Assuming he’s looking for attention. Hard to figure out what sets him off some days. <br /><br />But back to garden accidents… I did electrocute myself once. Dad decided to add a motor to an unsuspecting lawnmower and, much to my amazement (me being as mechanical as a pot of jelly (best I simile I can come up with on a Sunday afternoon, sorry)) he managed it. The catch was you had to pull the plug from inside the garage first and NOT the mower and, of course, that’s what I did. I think that’s the only time I’ve ever been electrocuted. It was an interesting experience—we poets do like interesting experiences—but not one I’d care to repeat.<br /><br />Just saw the news about David Frost. Christ, they’re dropping like flies this year. (Bird now on the top of the door giving me the evil eye.)Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com