When I was young we used to have family Christmas gatherings. On one occasion, my Uncle Collin was being his ever boisterous self. I loved him for it because he made me laugh. Pretty confident all the adults hated him. This was clearly demonstrated one Christmas Eve when Uncle Collin, smoking a pipe he’d just lit with strike anywhere matches, burst into flames.
My Uncle had secured his box of matches in his shirt pocket underneath his Christmas sweater. He’d been laughing hysterically at one of his own jokes and slapping himself on the chest such was his hilarity. Anyway, this activity ignited the matches and his chest burst into flame quite spectacularly.
My Dad and Uncle John put him out with pints of beer and pats, disguised as sharp jabs, to the chest. I was enthralled by the whole ordeal.
I have 14 scars.
Four scars from three operations.
Three jelly-fish encounters.
Two bites; one dog, one ex-gf.
One skiing accident
One swimming accident.
One drunken fall down a cliff in Greece.
One carbuncle.
One TB inoculation.
Glassed. (by ex gf)
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28 Nov '19 01:14
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