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Originally Posted by RockIt
I'd like to say that it involved some bizarre accident involving strippers, or heroic fighting against the odds with members of an Estonian street gang, but sadly not. It was actually the result of an ill advised attempt to wrap three of the group in gaffer tape!
Ten pints and several shots in, the stag suggested that I grab one end of the roll of tape and that we should run at the group and wrap the tape around them. This would have worked out pretty nicely, had it not been for the amount of alcohol, combined with a downhill run at full speed and the lack of 'give' that is inherent in a roll of industrial strength gaffer! Result was stag getting ahead of me, jerking the roll, physics taking over and me faceplanting the pavement.
This was painful, but not half as painful as the realisation that the smashed glass and bleeding wrist was the result of my full bodyweight landing on my wrist and destroying my Seamaster. New sapphire crystal, new bezel, new secondhand and full service required. My wife, who had bought me the watch, was surprisingly forgiving and understanding and more concerned about my various cuts and bruises.
I am convinced that the watch actually took most of the force of the fall and saved my teeth and nose from an unpleasant fate, but I do have severely bruised ribs and these serve as a reminder to grow the f**k up and never listen to my mate's stupid suggestions ever again. We do have a history...last time it resulted in the destruction of a kitchen cupboard door
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It reminds me of every single stag weekend I've been on.