The weblog of Matthew Walker: MatthewWalker.net.nz, Otautahi, Aotearoa / Christchurch, New Zealand  
  • Thursday, 18 March 2004

    • Crash

      Yesterday, two slightly odd things happened. Firstly (although this happened second), our woodburner chimney piped Meatloaf into our living room. He was singing at the nearby stadium. He reminded me of a big, angry blackbird.

      Secondly (although this happened first), I tripped over the low chain fence outside my office. As I stepped over it I realised I was heading the wrong way, pivoted mid-step, hooked my foot and came crashing down. It was an interesting reminder that adult human beings are quite heavy. As I caught myself with an arm, gravity was not discouraged and just pivoted me on that point so I kept falling. It all had the relentlessness of a car crash. In the end, I had blood oozing from several disparate locations, numb hands, and strange aches from parts that I didn't think were even involved. I was also rather wet from falling directly in the only pubble in the vicinity. It makes me wonder about TV violence when I can't even fall over without going into shock.

      My father told me he did this once, only he had his hands in his pockets at the time. That must've hurt.

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