Little old lady
A few years ago when I was still playing football I did my ankle. Obviously being clever and hard I finished the game but conceded to play goal for the rest of the match as I couldn't move about very much.

Post match beers numbed the pain and off I go, limping to my home and bed.

The following morning my ankle is approximately the size of the football we were kicking out the evening before, so I get a taxi to the Whittington where they diagnose that I've ripped the cartilage from the bone and I'll have to be strapped up for a few weeks to let it heal.

(Thanks for this gem Dr "You'd have been better off breaking it, then we could have put you in a cast". I'll bear that in mind next time I'm going to hurt my ankle.)

Anyway my friend Claire came to the hospital to pick me up. I emerge with my newly acquired crutches but have to get across the road to car.

Bless the little old lady who kindly helped me across the road whilst Claire sat in the car killing herself with laughter. I hit her with my crutch when we got home.
(chilling, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 15:14, 1 reply)

i got the same line
from the doctor when i did the ligaments in my ankle too.
(Clashrock is being stalked by his brother on, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 15:41, closed)