A catalogue of my Weekend War Wounds:
- One (1) long slice up the outside of my left index finger. Cause: the foil around the top of a bottle of wine as I unheedingly ripped out the cork to pour one of the numerous glasses of wine. I don't know which, because I didn't even notice it until I had time to breath, which was some ten minutes after it was done.
- Numerous (lots) of small cuts and tender spots all over my hands. Cause: Various bits of bar paraphenalia. Melbourne Bitter boxes, the bottle opener, plastic packaging, the edge of a syrup bag, you name it, I've scratched myself on it.
- One (1) great big bruise on my right shin. Cause: I have no sodding idea. It's a beauty, though. Found it because it was a raised lump. Now it's painted in glorious technicolour. Looks like I walked into something impressively hard.
- One (1) great big split in my bottom lip on the right hand side (mine) where I chewed through it at some stage. Cause: Insanity.