[GeraldGiraffe]

I have a pretty big scar on my left forearm near the elbow, probably about and inch long and half an inch across that was the result of drunkenly clearing up after a party. I'd filled a big bin bag with glass, and obviously some of it was broken. When I got it to the bin, I couldn't lift it high enough using one arm, so I used my left arm to support the bottom of the bag while I heaved it up to the lip of the bin. As soon as I let go of the bag to drop it into the bin I felt an excruciating pain in my left forearm and so of course, I ripped my arm back as fast as I could - which given that there was a shard of glass embedded in it wasn't the best idea.

Initially, the cut was very wide but not too deep and it didn't bleed too much - I think I went right through the top layer of skin and I could see a lot of weird looking white stuff which I'm assuming is some sort of second layer. It didn't bleed a lot, but it hurt for a long time. I should have had it stitched but didn't bother, which is why I now have a big scar from it.

Last year I went through a phase of riding my bicycle when too drunk to walk - this also resulted in some pretty nasty injuries, though mostly of the enormous bruise variety.

I have one from when I was younger too: when I was about 7 years old, I was riding my sister's bike, which had a vinyl seat. I got up to a pretty high speed, and promptly slipped off the seat backwards, but still holding on to the handlebars. I was dragged for a good 20 yards before I worked out that a decent idea would be to let go. I smacked my face on the road as well, and my last memory before momentarily passing out is seeing the bike continue on in a perfect straight line to the end of the road before smashing into a car.

I was a bit retarded with bikes when I was younger. The first time I ever rode one without stabilisers, I forgot that steering was an essential component of good bike riding, and ploughed into a wall.

The last one is an injury I inflicted on someone. I used to play Rugby, and when I was about 14 my team was playing in the quarter finals of the county cup. We're ahead, and the opposition winger is flying towards us. I come in to make a tackle from about a 45 degree angle, hit him square on, but I have so much momentum behind me that I drag him and myself towards the touchline and end up accidentally kicking a 60 year old man in the face with my studs up.