Artoo
Level of Tangerine Feather
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So, as some of you know, I was injured recently. I thought I would regail the tale for your reading pleasure (for those of you who don't like to read, I've included some pictures as well!)
So, the backstory. I was on the door at a nightclub I work at, when who should walk in but some of the cast from the Mighty Boosh; notably, Noel Fielding, Julian Barratt and Rich Fuller. So in they go, and I think very little of it, apart from how it's pretty cool that famous people are in the nightclub I'm working at.
Nothing eventful happened until we kicked the punters out, and we (the staff) had a rather good party on the first floor with the cast.
It's about 5am when our manager realises we all need to go before we get in trouble, so we all leave to go home. Some of us (including myself), in our drunken state, wound up at the hotel where they were staying, where we had long chats about nothing, took vast amounts of drugs, and listened to really good music. It was all good fun.
At about 10.30am, we all plan on having a cup of tea and a bit of kip, so I go to pour the kettle.
As I did so, the lid fell off the top of the kettle, and a rather large volume of boiling water hits my hand. The rest, as they say, is history.
One day after;
One week after;
Two and a half weeks post the accident;
As you can see, it's healing well. Though that entire area will probably scar, which is a shame.
So, the backstory. I was on the door at a nightclub I work at, when who should walk in but some of the cast from the Mighty Boosh; notably, Noel Fielding, Julian Barratt and Rich Fuller. So in they go, and I think very little of it, apart from how it's pretty cool that famous people are in the nightclub I'm working at.
Nothing eventful happened until we kicked the punters out, and we (the staff) had a rather good party on the first floor with the cast.
It's about 5am when our manager realises we all need to go before we get in trouble, so we all leave to go home. Some of us (including myself), in our drunken state, wound up at the hotel where they were staying, where we had long chats about nothing, took vast amounts of drugs, and listened to really good music. It was all good fun.
At about 10.30am, we all plan on having a cup of tea and a bit of kip, so I go to pour the kettle.
As I did so, the lid fell off the top of the kettle, and a rather large volume of boiling water hits my hand. The rest, as they say, is history.
One day after;

One week after;

Two and a half weeks post the accident;

As you can see, it's healing well. Though that entire area will probably scar, which is a shame.