Ah yeah. The old superglueing the plastic orc to your face one.

Can happen to the best of us.

I had my wieney caught in my zipper when I was a youngfla. Not nearly as funny as you would think it is.

There's been a few power drill incidents, but none really good enough to make the cut ;) Everyone's got power tool incidents.

Here's mine, While fitting some drought excluder to an aluminum door frame the drill bit snapped and went through my thumb, I couldn't pull it out because it had past through my nail so I put the drill into reverse to remove it!! That hurt :cry:

I slashed my chin open with a tape gun, trying to tape a box up and didn't realise the tape had run out. Tugged to hard and it snapped, flying back and slashing my chin on the toothed edge.
Blood everywhere, hair doesn't grow where it slashed.

When I left school I got an apprenticeship as a mechanic at the Rolls Royce dealership in Nottingham (Mann Egerton on Derby Road in Lenton, closed some years ago).

Anyway, anyone that has ever worked in garage will know that when you drain the oil out of a car, you empty it into a "drainer", which is basically a 40 gallon drum, on wheels, with a big funnel on top.

When the drainer is full you connect a pipe to the top (which is connected to a big tank outside) plug in an air line, and the compressed air pushes out all the oil.

Anyway I'd been there a week or so and I'd been helping service some cars draining the old oil out.
After a while my "drainer" was full and needed emptying. So I wheels it over to the emptying area connects the waste pipe and the air line and goes of to eat my lunch.

Came back after lunch, disconnected the air and left it for 10 minutes while it depressurized.

Then I came back to take the waste pipe off. Unfortunately nobody told me that the drainer I had been using all day was knackered and neither emptied or de-pressurized properly.

So when I took the waste pipe of the top, it erupted a twenty foot high gusher drowning me in 40 gallons of used engine oil.
If this wasn't bad enough, there was a brand new Silver Spirit about 3 feet behind me which had just been PDI'ed and was just waiting for its number plates to be attached so it could be delivered to the customer, now just a big black blob.

Going for a wee after chopping fresh chillies... incredible pain :shock: , which seemed to get worse for jumping in the shower to try to wash it off!

RR

As a nipper I was rollerskating (yes skates...not blades) down this road(about 20 degree incline) and at the bottom it had a 90 degree bend. I made it around the corner at terminal velocity but failed to see the raised manhole on the other side. I hit the mahole and went flying into the kerb and put 3 of my bottom teeth through about 1cm below my bottom lip.

I had to replace some slates on my roof and didnt own a roof ladder so i placed a normal ladder flat up the roof with its bottom rung tied to the top of a ladder from the ground acting as its anchor point. I had also tied a rope to the top rung of the "roof ladder" over the apex off the roof and attached it to an immovable object (clothes pole, not car tow bar)

Had given this serious consideration, vertical force applied to "roof ladder" as oposed to force required to cause it to slide off roof etc and was fairly confident.

Had my "mate :roll: " standing counterbalancing the bottom of the vertical ladder.

Worked away for about 40 mins all broken slates replaced, lowered all tools down and had just untied rope to remove ladder from roof when another mate walked past the front of the house.

First mate forgot what he was doing and walked to fence to talk to second mate at which point the "roof ladder" began its ever quickening descent off the roof with me still attached

Somehow managed to grab gutter and stop slide with about 4 inches of ladder still on roof.

Both mates now grabbed vertical ladder which had now passed vertical and was leaning about 20 degs away from house.

I had to swing off "roof ladder" holding only guttering and one foot onto drainpipe (old cast iron type) to allow them to tilt the ladder further away from the house and let the "roof ladder"swing down then put main ladder back against house allowing me to climb down. By the time i got down i was too shaken and relieved to be angry with mate who was almost crying in apology.

Thankfully the guttering was cast iron and held and even more thankfully I was a lot younger, fitter (and lighter) than now or the outcome would have been very different.

I've been wearing hiking boots (ample ankle protection) and put my 2yr old down to change his nappy. Ended up on crutches for 3 weeks (and no riding :|) due to a severely sprained ankle.

My friends used to call me "Lucky Rich" because of all the stupid stuff that I did/happened to me, but now I feel I must pass the crown to you :notworthy: