Has anyone ever done anything really really stupid?

emerald21

balletshoes wrote: »

i fell off the top of a ladder while trying to empty the loft. The ladder fell away and I was left half in, half out of the loft hatch. I had to hang then drop onto the collapsed ladder (really hurting myself) as the alternative would have been to drop onto the stairs and potentially hurt myself a lot more. I always feel a bit sick when I think about it since.

Oh That happened to me about 5 years ago. I was halfway through the loft, ladder moved slightly and i let go as a reaction to it but i wasn t as lucky as you. I fell off, landed on the balcony (6ins wide ) and instead of falling on to the landing by the bedroom doors oh no i went the otherway and landed in a u shape at the bottom of the stairs.:eek: I was really lucky as i could easily have killed myself. Had lots of massive bruises and a very sore coccyx but never touched the walls on way down thus saving me from banging my head or broken bones. That put a stop to my diy capers i can tell you lol.

bromleymum

As a foolish twenty year old I woke up one morning in a bedroom full of creepy masks hanging from the ceiling, spears on the walls and what looked like torture instruments on the wall and a massive hangover. I seriously had no recollection of where I was and how I had got there. I had a massive panic thinking I'd ended up in a really dodgy place and you can imagine what else was going through my mind.

There was a knock at the room door and in walked a lovely bloke who was a friend of a friend of a friend type of thing. He also had a thing for African art having grown up there as an army child.

He'd found me totally drunk outside a pub on the Old Kent Road and didn't know where I lived so decided to let me sleep in his spare room until I was sober.

He made me breakfast, insisted on driving me home and gave me a lecture on being a female alone in London at night. He took me in my house to be met by relieved friends who had no idea what happened to me (pre mobile phones).

He remained a good friend for several years. I never drank to excess again (well at least not outside the house) as it still puts me in a cold sweat thinking about what could have happened to me. I'm 42 now and still volunteer to be the driver on girls nights out.

I wasn't even a big drinker. God knows what happened to me that night.

sparrer

In the early 60's my friend and I, then 16 years old, thought nothing of hitch hiking from Oxfordshire to the south coast on Summer weekends. We'd set off after work on Fridays and only chose lorry drivers, for some strange reason we thought they'd be safer. We slept under piers at night, blagged hot dogs from lads in the local bikers cafes and always managed to get home by Sunday evenings. I look back now and shudder to think of the 48-hour risks we took, and thank whoever was watching over us that we came to no more harm than being caught in the occasional downpour.

zaksmum

Walked into a lamp post once and automatically apologised to it...!

jackomdj

When I was about 12 I was on my bike, we had been cycling "no handed" and jumping on a ramp, for some reason I thought I would be able to do both at the same time!

thehappybutterfly

I have so many of them....

I slipped on a really worn algae-slippery wet step outside the front door in my non-grippy birkenstocks, flew into the air and fell flat on my back on the path. I was totally winded but the asd@ delivery guy was opening the gate and I just couldn't let him see me like that! I screamed for help from the family - nothing. You'd think they'd know better based on my accident record but they thought I was screaming with laughter!

I managed to get up, every second thinking my back was broken, hobbled through the house and lay down on the bed. I didn't get out of it for 24 hours.

My tailbone was black and blue. As was the air when the delivery man left! The Birkenstocks went in the bin!

Seanymph

I have a real memory I can return to now, 25 or so years later of standing in Heathrow Airport waiting for the man I was travelling with to come back from picking up the tickets and realising I couldn't remember what he looked like and I only knew his first name.

I'd met him the night before (he worked with my ex, it was a joint works social club), I was devastated about the ex, the drunkest I'd been in my life, and horrendously emotional.

He'd taken pity on me, poured me into his car and let me sleep it off at his house.

The next morning when I crawled downstairs he asked me what I wanted to do and I said 'something exciting'.

So he phoned up (pre-internet days) and booked us on a flight to Paris for the weekend.

He came back with the tickets, thought I was still crying over the ex and off we went to Paris.

But I remember real fear at the airport, and several minutes were it occurred to me I was doing something dim, because no one knew where I was or who I was with.

Turned out he hired us a suite in a VERY posh hotel next to the L'arc to Triomphe, and slept on the sofa and wrote me poetry all weekend.... No accounting for some people.

jackomdj

Just thought of three others...

Again I was early teens, was ripping a coke can in half (as you do!) I had almost done it and the last part would not come apart, so I shook it thinking the force may do it, instead it cut into my thumb. I went into the house to wash the blood off, sneaked up the stairs as I knew I my Mum would shout for being so silly, as I was rinsing it off my Mum came up to see what I was doing, it is a good job she did as I was about to pass out!

Second one was when I slammed my thumb (the same one!) in a car door. The man giving me a lift was a Doctor. When we got home he said to my parents he had never seen anyone go so white so quickly. To this day I have a ridge in my nail from that and a scar from the oke can.

Finally when I was about 7 I went to visit my Aunty in Germany. We were playing on the green with no shoes on inI front of the flat she lived in when I stepped on some glass. I hopped up the stairs to her flat (3rd floor) and when we came down to take me to hospital every step had blood on it.

balletshoes

you're another one who shouldn't be let out jackomdj :rotfl:!

jackomdj

balletshoes wrote: »

you're another one who shouldn't be let out jackomdj :rotfl:!

Although I have a long way to go to beat my cousin. He has been in the air ambulance 3 times and he ended up being such a regular at their local hospital the nurses would greet him by name.