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:: Tuesday, June 03, 2003 ::

A recent spate of skateboarding injuries in the office has led to the inevitable "my injury is worse than yours" arguments that men cannot possibly allow to pass. This led me to scan the picture taken a couple of days after my mountain bike in skate park accident when I was 18. I still don't really know what happened, although Popcorn may be able to fill in some of the blanks as he and my brother, James, where both present. The first I remember of all of this was waking up in the Bristol Royal Infirmary minus about three month's memory and apparently having had about a dozen X-Rays of my head. I couldn't remember returning to college after the summer holidays; I couldn't remember going to see Pink Floyd at Earls Court, and so on.
From what I understand:
After playing BMX polo in the back lane one morning we decided to ride up to the skate park on Dean Lane (that's Dame Emily Smyth Park, Bedminster, Bristol, I can't find any pictures of it, if anyone can find any please let me know) and go bomb holing on mountain bikes. After some time in the park I was discovered sat on the ground, bleeding from several places on my arms and face, glasses broken, bike several meters away. At the time I apparently didn't lose consciousness, but I did suffer from concussion as my memory seemed to drift away afterwards. I kept asking what the time was and found things in my pockets I insisted weren't mine. We made our way home, taking my bike into Garlands on North St for repair on the way, and bleeding over their counter in the process. Once home my memory got worse and worse and my dad came home from work to drive me to the hospital.
My lost memory slowly retuned to me over the coming weeks, except for the actual day of the accident, of which I only remember receiving my driving test appointment in the post that morning, and what happened in the hospital after I woke up.
Now let that be a lesson to you: DON'T DO WHAT EVER IT WAS THAT I DON'T REMEMBER DOING THAT APPARENTLY CAUSED THIS.

:: Dan 3.6.03 [Arc]   ::
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