6 or so games in goal and I suffered my first proper injury. This certainly doesn't count the 'sprained' wrist from two weeks ago which really pales in comparison to today.
Got a hard knee to the side of the head, specifically the ear. Completely blacked out and I have absolutely no recollection of what happened. I then woke up and my whole body was shaking and I couldn't move. Slowly got up and then found some blood in my ear. Went to hospital (driven by Paul) and left around 4 and a half hours later. During that time I saw a nurse, a doctor and then had to have a CAT scan on my head. I sand New Slang by The Shins whilst it went on in honour of Andrew Largeman.
Thanks to all the lads for coming to the hospital and to Paul for sticking round for the whole time.
So, a very dull afternoon with a touch of excitement. My ear is now a little swollen and my jaw hurts to eat but no real damage. And because of that I didn't get to see Alfie, but apparently he was ill and a misery guts.
Well the first wedding of the school chums (bar David, who although invited a lot of school friends, did not go to school with us) and it was a stormer.
Alex's best man speech was outstanding. It had everyone in stiches and ended with a well deserved standing ovation at the end, albeit a roaringly drunken one. Dancing followed with much top hat wearing at jaunty angles.
Suffice to say, I got ridiculously drunk. A Southern Comfort and Lemonade before the service, then numerous glasses of champagne during photos and canopes, and then the standard Strongbow. I arived at the dinner table, quite frankly, drunk. Wine of different colours ensued.
Absolutely fantastic day. Well done to Jacko & Kate.