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Wow, what a week

So, my nose is outta joint. No, literally, my nose is out of joint, or at least it feels that way. It is still swollen and sore.

No, fortunately it was not a big burly bouncer outside a night club that decided to show me a close up of his knuckles. It was instead a squash ball. I must say, I do feel rather lucky in that if it was a couple of centimeters higher and to the right, it would have hit my eye, which would not have been good.

This unfortunate incident happened on Wednesday after my squash league match. Before you ask, yes… I had my ass handed to me, as usual. This time, I have a decent excuse. My opponent, who is 15, was new to the club, and thus, not in the correct league. His correct league, by my judgment, would be five leagues above ours! Okay, maybe not such a decent excuse. Yes, I suck.

One of my team mates, Sam (yes, it’s often confusing), and I decided, as we usually do after being humiliated on the court, and because we usually don’t have a decent run on the court during the match, to have a match. Well, I was winning, 2 games to 1, and starting to kick his ass in the current game. During one of the points, I played my shot, placing it towards the back left corner of the court, and as I returned to the ‘T’, I looked back, and as I did, I saw and felt the horrible not so squishy fast moving black thing hit me between the nose and the cheek bone. Well, it was all over for the squash from there on. My eyes watered. Luckily it didn’t bleed.

Damn, I miss picking my nose! If I push my nose slightly to the left, I hear this clicking sound. It’s freaky.

To make things worse, the food poisoning thing has decided to raise it’s ugly head again. Started feeling like death again on Thursday. Am slightly better now.

8 replies on “Wow, what a week”

Maybe if you take an extreme close-up of your nose, we’ll be fooled.

Otherwise – I snicker at your misfortune, although my squash game on Thursday wasn’t much better. Gareth, Quinn and I repeatedly attempted to kill each other accidentally – shoulder charges, whacking limbs with rackets, and aiming projectiles at heads.
The crowds chanted, calling for our blood. It wasn’t friendly.

On another note: can one use html tags in the comments?

I can testify to this fact. At one point what I can only describe as alien intelligences seized control of my limbs and propelled me into Neil’s midriff.

I am sure that somewhere outside the Kuiper belt, small grey creatures were fighting over a joystick and sniggering.


[aside] Neil, yes it appears that you can – I used a standard html tag to produce the italics above. [/aside]

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