tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post2519593325553297854..comments2023-07-18T00:50:10.993-07:00Comments on Scribbles from the Middle: Skillz; My top 3 falls.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-36445327831255826822013-01-29T10:06:30.597-08:002013-01-29T10:06:30.597-08:00I have no idea. I remember some party guest lookin...I have no idea. I remember some party guest looking at me stood up and saying "how are you still alive?". Brother said a drumkit falling downthe stairs would have made less noise!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-77967725164735789492013-01-29T07:11:40.317-08:002013-01-29T07:11:40.317-08:00Inspired tumbling - brilliant - you really are ver...Inspired tumbling - brilliant - you really are very seasoned at this. Particularly loved the New Years Eve fall - how did you not break any bones? That's the stuff of myth! X. Older Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02923339244117157344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-43230478072574942982013-01-29T01:59:30.449-08:002013-01-29T01:59:30.449-08:00Sounds torturous. There's something about fall...Sounds torturous. There's something about falling off a bike that takes it to a whole new humiliation level. Note to self: NEVER buy a bike!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-1722607910965018872013-01-28T10:08:58.662-08:002013-01-28T10:08:58.662-08:00Mine's more of a car crash. I fell of my bike ...Mine's more of a car crash. I fell of my bike on the way home in the dark. Crazy stunt, I was overtaking a PEDESTRIAN and hit the kerb, the kerb being all of an inch high, and went flying. Skinned my knee and bashed my shins ending up with the legs of a 5 year old. Two very nice young men helped me up and saw me on my way, wobbling off into the gloom, whimpering and wanting my Mum to come and get me. I am 55.<br />InvisibleWomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16405063925803245217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-61850277204653352202013-01-28T05:42:16.997-08:002013-01-28T05:42:16.997-08:00Hahahah! Fame for falling - you win!Hahahah! Fame for falling - you win!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-20158615149047146782013-01-27T14:06:50.738-08:002013-01-27T14:06:50.738-08:00Oh I also fell off a tram in San Francisco and was...Oh I also fell off a tram in San Francisco and was in the paper with an ice pack on my head... I have the clipping somewhere, so proud!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07341807632306402980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-36860731250421654422013-01-27T14:05:15.660-08:002013-01-27T14:05:15.660-08:00Oh wow you are really good at falling! I have just...Oh wow you are really good at falling! I have just walked into and fallen over several bollards in my time but think my best was walking into a low balcony in Italy and falling backwards and sitting crying. A friendly cafe owner brought me some ice while I sat on the street crying.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07341807632306402980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-49919282708891817142013-01-27T14:02:28.287-08:002013-01-27T14:02:28.287-08:00My favourite fall? HAS to be this one:
Drunk aft...My favourite fall? HAS to be this one: <br /><br />Drunk after work party. Husband starts smoking pipe in our flat (it was 2002, people), so I crawl to the balcony door on my knees and pull open the door. I lose my balance, you know, from being ON MY KNEES and drunk, and fall face down onto the balcony - taking a whole pile of plant canes with me, very, very noisily. My husband cannot see me and assumes from the noise that I have fallen OFF the balcony... and naturally screams and tears over, expecting to see my broken body on the pavement below. But all was well, people. He forgave me about a week later.<br /><br />I can confirm that falling over when you're on your knees still hurts a lot. rachelhttp://whenthebabysleeps.tumblr.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-87317007920012907232013-01-27T13:55:42.444-08:002013-01-27T13:55:42.444-08:00I love this! I have waitressed - had some major fr...I love this! I have waitressed - had some major fricking diasters whilst doing so! Thank you for sharing... you can join my gang!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-13406876722427913882013-01-27T13:53:53.306-08:002013-01-27T13:53:53.306-08:00Oh thank you! Glad you enjoyed and loved hearing ...Oh thank you! Glad you enjoyed and loved hearing your tale of woe - 2 bumps, one fall - that Lady is SKILLZ!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14736778079371937674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-32712549184285167922013-01-27T05:38:02.284-08:002013-01-27T05:38:02.284-08:00Ok. So, picture the scene. I have arrived at a new...Ok. So, picture the scene. I have arrived at a newly opening restaurant to apply for a job as a waitress, along with a roomful of others. Take a moment to consider which skills are essential for such a position. The interview panel is located in the centre of the room. My name is called. I get up and make my way towards the table. As I approach, I manage to slip on perfectly smooth, unobstructed flooring and land flat on my back directly in front of the desk. I didn't get the job.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15105763061461232432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231605500875490112.post-64957242606356879352013-01-26T02:40:26.828-08:002013-01-26T02:40:26.828-08:00Oh, I love this sooo much and you have indeed brig...Oh, I love this sooo much and you have indeed brightened up my Saturday! I laughed out loud in several places and could (unfortunately) relate to much of it (but I need to hone my skills cos I don't think I do it as well as you).<br />You ask for people to share so I will, but you must promise not to think any less of me...I fell after a girls' night out before Christmas...in the house. I ran in the dark (obviously drunk) and tripped over a table, banging my nose on the corner (and possibly breaking it). I then leant on the table to help myself up, missed, and banged my lip on the floor. I limped outside to pay the taxi with blood pumping from my nose and a huge 'trout pout' lip. Attractive.<br />See, I may not be as good as you at falling but I must win an award for longest comment, surely? Great post :) xDistressed Housewifehttp://www.distressedhousewife.co.uknoreply@blogger.com