My Dear Sinisters and Sinistines Talking about injuries. I generally get injured quite easily, hence cant rather classify how bad they were. I suppose falling from a stage about one meter high in a state of drunken dazyness has probably be the most entertaining for the audience. Because, as a bad habit, I tend to produce the screw up things at the very best only in the most embarrassing situation I could even think of. Being carried to the emergency in a countryside hospital at about two oclock in the morning by another couple of not particularly healthy characters could have been rather amusing as well, if I could remember much. If I could trust my sources, which are as good as the one the mister of defence rely on, I guess, I fell of my on feet, or lets say the support I was counting on disappeared suddenly, because they got fairly scared by the gendarmerie well, in our country we still have this chaps, essentially a military police, that goes around with blue cars at night, but are not generally reason of concern, unless you are driving, and you had quite a bit of boozes. Not driving myself, or well, avoiding to drive as much as I can for my and the humanity safety, I can say I have any personal apprehension when I see one of those cars, they dont generally bother to stop you anyway.. however, my company of the evening was scared enough to decide to find shelter in a car park, although we were just walking and there is absolutely nothing to be scare of walking at night in the middle of the fields, apart from wolfs, that are long extinguished, and some other maniac like you who doesnt precisely remember how to get hoe. To cut a long story short, I managed to break my nose, and have random stitches at end over my face, still dont know how. Well, the doctor at the emergency put them, but the primary cause is extremely unclear. Not that I can remember r does actually matter, but the company allegedly try to stop the bleeding by wobbling the rather inert body in a freezing cold washing fountains of an even more minute village a few miles of my town. That was something for the gendarmerie to be looked after, as they could have been sicars a very clandestine and scary criminal gang trying to get some top secret information out of the wrong person who just happen to be drunk enough to look as a spy. It happened that I did not drawn in the fountain for a pure causality. But. Together with the stitches I had a flu as a bonus. I still cant believe that the people I was working for would accept the unlikely explanation that I fell of the bike. Even that happened quite a number of time in real life, and is rather painful indeed. At least I learned I had to be a lot more suspicious about the people I was hanging around with than the police. However, both of them proved to be rather useless. At least I am not the only one. As matter of fact, I would say, that being heartbroken is more painful than having a couple of stitches in you face, they recover quickly and hurt less, so if you want to go to heaven, be a nice girl/boy whatever is your preference For the much I managed to inflict quite a pit of sore scares to my own self, I ve never been that good to do the same to a third party, even if I think I should have in some occasion. Until recently, when I developed a passion from cricket. Apparently is a game appreciated by sad gits, therefore I fully fulfil the requirement for the category. We had a one-day mach with people from the department with some guys working in material science, the building just opposite. There is this guy, which is REALLY always angry. He should really take a few valium pills and was kind of taking the piss of our score and stuff as they essentially shore three hundred thousand I must admit my bowling action cant be defined as smooth, but, might be a bit unconventional but Im rather aggressive when it come to get a bat in my hand (is it a way to manifest some frustration? mhmhmh might be ). Things wanted that I had to bat and this character bowl, which was a ill-fated combination, because the bugger decided to essentially hit whoever was on wicket the have him off, which is part of the game, but not so fair if youre have a game for fun I ended up limping for a couple of days as I got the damned ball banging on my left harm and left knee, which was particularly not nice {talking about injuries however he slipped one of the ball, was so slow that I had all the time to see from where it was coming and precisely where I wanted to go I actually targeted his head but just got into his chest: nice shot! Two weeks hospital for the chap {broken ribs, shame, only}, and Ill tell you something, I dont regret it and even scored 3 runs! Which is what matters most. We lost by about 50 runs. I cant think about playing rugby! Have a nice week end my dears Love, peace and bouncing [hard] balls Stefano +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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