nunoncastors

Head: Slightly bunged up nose (man cold).

Torso: Cracked rib and a mysterious gash probably caused by falling off my bike onto bricks.

Arms: Ok so far.

Legs: Sprained ankle (which has now turned and interesting greeny-black), strained thigh and one toenail – torn off.

Yet, somehow, I’ve managed not to roll about on the floor clawing at my face as though someone’s thrown acid in it. I’m not saying that footballers are massive pansies, but fuck me, for grown men they’ve the pain threshold of newborn lambs.