Sunday, June 17, 2007

Fuck, that hurts

Playing football tonight, I felt the familiar friction burn that signals the stretch and tear of a new blister. Post-game, in the changing room, I noticed this one was something special. I have, quite simply, flayed my big toe. An area of toe a little larger than a fifty pence piece no longer has any skin on it at all, and is all raw meat and exposed nerves. It’s really really painful.

UPDATE - news from the "got off lightly" desk: one of the opposing players actually broke his foot yesterday. Does this sound like a friendly five-a-side kickabout to you? Or more like a game of Jugger?

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