Some years back i worked with a Welsh bloke and one night he's over at our shared house and a gang of us are having a few bevvies. Anyway he starts telling us (not entirely without incredulous retorts), all about how he is a pretty good break-dancer, actually boyo, and is a bit of a name for it back home, which is of course a red rag to a bull for the rest of us. We start daring him fairly mercilessly to prove it, so he mans up to show us what urban dance chops they DO teach in rural North Wales.

Throwing on a cd, we sit back and watch as he he starts dancing a bit and then goes for a strong opener of one of those moves where they dive headfirst at the floor, called, i believe The Caterpillar

Time, of course, just fucking stops.

Eyes widen all round as he contacts the carpeted floor cleanly with his forehead. His feet are still somewhere up near shoulder height, fuck knows where his hands are, NOT where they should be presumably, and the thud you felt in your gut rather than heard. He collapses with what sounded like a huge sigh and, lies still-ish on the floor, almost but not quite unconscious, and mumbling.

Cue a bit of actual concern and a couple, ahem, of laughs. Mr Welsh sits up with a bit of help and mumbles something about not having done that move for a while and how we should all fuck off, bunch of cunts etc. He sits back on the sofa, where we all noticed a 2 inch thick red welt forming aggressively in a vivid reddish purple from his hairline, past his ear and down his neck about level with his chin.

Poor sheep shagging bastard had about a week at work of explaining how he copped the mother of all cheap nylon carpet burns right on his face and even had to give a talk looking like he fell asleep using an exhaust pipe for a pillow.

Length? About 7 inches.
And he never did get round to demonstrating the Cambrian Headspin.
(Matty73, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 23:51, 2 replies)

I find it my duty to point out
that if someone is concussed (and from the description, it sounds like the poor old welshman was), they should really go to a doctor or hospital. There is a small, but very real, chance of serious brain injury or death.
When you hit your head, the brain bounces around inside your skull. If it bounces too hard, it can get bruised, or worse. A bruising can turn to swelling, can turn to more bruising, can lead to loss of consciousness and death.
Although the probability of serious complication is small, the complications are serious enough to take the step of going to the doctor.
So in summary, concussion and its causes are inherently amusing, but because of the risk of death it's best to take the party to a hospital.
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:35, closed)

It WAS offered and refused, Taff and I both worked at the local hospital at the time.

Fair do's pointing it out though.
(Matty73, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:34, closed)