I never learn12 March, 2009
Today I was painfully reminded that that biking as fast as possible around corners when it’s wet is inadvisable.
It was the same *&^%ing corner too! What was that, Glynn, about PhDs and common sense?
I picked myself up and wandered into the main restaurant in search of some plasters. Granted, I probably looked a mess. What I didn’t quite expect was to be covered in an entire first aid box’s worth of dressings by enthusiastic staff and then bundled into an ambulance by three firemen and taken to A&E for stitches and a tetanus injection and to be interrogated by at least five different people on whether I had lost consciousness at any point. Ok, so I hit my head a bit, but I’m pretty sure I was not on fire at any point, and I only wanted some plasters!
The firemen mocked me and told me to get stabilisers. Er, fair point 😉
Anyway, I’m supposed to be in the lab building ontologies, but before I go in to face the inevitable barrage of ‘jaysus what happened to you?’ I need to come up with a suitably badass story. ‘I fell off my bike again’ doesn’t really cut it. Any ideas? I’m thinking ninjas. Yeah, there was a ninja attack. I fought them off. Heh, you should have seen them afterwards…