I don't suppose the title of this entry leaves much to the imagination, and it's obvious what this story will be about. However there is quite a lot to say about the incident, which i hope will make it an entertaining read.
Quite a few years ago Sam had some Limp Bizkit tickets which were free when they played Finsbury Park. I'm not a big fan of them, but I wanted to go along because I suspected Hyde Park girl would be there. As it turns out, she wasn't, so there wasn't much point in me going.
Anyway, I spent a few hours there as quite a few of the Nos night crowd were there. However something happened that afternoon which had quite serious repercussions.
Yvonne and myself were messing about, I'm not even sure what it was about, but I then jokingly threatened to throw my beer over her. I never would, because, well I just wouldn't throw a drink over someone. She then kicked me square in the bollocks. I have been punched and even kicked there before, and this time was no different. It was as painful as it always is, but then after a minute or so, the pain goes and you're ok.
I decided to go a little while after that. Not because I was in pain or anything, but I wasn't bothered about seeing Limp Bizkitm and there was a house party back in Stevenage I wanted to go to.
When I got home, I went for a piss and noticed one of my testicles was looking bigger than usual and quite red. I was natually quite worried by this, so i got some ice and tried to reduce the swelling. It didn't do much to help and I was late for the party so I left it.
The next morning is where things got bad. I must have been in some discomfort when i woke up. I'm not sure if it was the pain I felt first, or the image of a big purple testicle. But i was now seriously freaking out. My cousin had an incident as a child where he twisted a testicle and had to have it removed, so seeing what mine looked like, all sorts of fears were running through my head.
I knew that I needed to talk to Dad, but he had gone out somewhere, and Mum was the only one home. I told her I needed to talk to Dad, and she tried to clal him, but he'd left his phone at home.
Mum was now very worried and wanted to know what was up. She kept asking, and I didn't want to say, and then I was actually almost in tears. She asked if I'd got a girl pregnant, to which I said 'no', and then she said something I honestly could not believe, but actually made me laugh. She didn't even ask... she said 'You've killed someone!'. I then had to tell her what had happened, and a few minutes after that Dad walked in. I showed him and he took me straight to the hospital.
This is where things got embarrassing. I had to tell the receptionist what was wrong with me, and tried to say so quietly so other patients didn't hear, but I'm sure several must have. It was also embarrassing because people probably wondered why i was kicked there. Did they suspect I'd tried to rape someone or something?
Then it was a whole day spent in the hospital waiting. The first doctor I saw was a GP and he checked it out, which also hurt somewhat. He said that there was probably very little to worry about and that it's jsut badly bruised and the testicle didn't move in on itself quick enough and was therefore bruised.
A bit later, and two other doctors came to see me. I'm guessing one or possibly both of them were junior doctors as they didn't seem to know so much. One even said to me that it's possible the testicle had died, and if that was the case, it'd just shrivel up and could be left there. This did not fill me with confidence, and made me worry a lot more. I certainly don't think he should even have said that.
A little while later I saw another doctor. Now this doctor scared the hell out of me. The reason he scared me is because he was the spitting image of soemone I know. This person I know looks a bit like a serial killer and is very odd, although still a nice guy. Anyway, seeing his face made me think 'oh my god it's Brian!'. He also examined me, and I honestly have to say that I have never been in so much pain when he did. He bascially prodded around my testicles, and to start with it was very painful, but I kept my mouth tightly shut. Then there was a point he did something and I had to scream out, echoing across the entire ward. I remember seeing Dad wincing in pain after that too.
So after having had several Doctors and Nurses checking me out, finally a doctor from the Urology department was free to come and check me out. We'd been there about seven hours by this point, waiting on this guy to turn up. He checked me over and confirmed what the GP had said and that it should be ok. He was tempted to keep me in overnight, but I wanted to go home. I got given painkillers and a jock strap to keep it supported and was told to come back the next day.
The next day I had to have a scan. It was the same scan machine they use on pregnant women, except it was used on my testicles, which was very odd. So, yet more people seeing my testicles, but they confirmed that it was healthy in there, just badly bruised.
I had to take a few weeks off work, because I couldn't walk. It was very painful, and trying to sleep was very difficult indeed. As the weeks went by the swelling went down, and the colour gradually became less purple (althoguh at one point it had gone almost completely black).
To this day I still don't think I've ever been in that much pain, or as embarrassed. I showed a picture of it to several people, as I wasn't as embarrassed about that. In the end I think going through the pain i did, i really didn't care who'd seen or touched it. As stated earlier though, the fact that people must think I'd done something to have been kicked in the testicles is what I found the most embarrassing.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Monday, 25 April 2011
Spike finds a scooter
I've been lost many times in my life. Sometimes I have been sober and sometimes I have been drunk. On this recent occasion I was very drunk.
I went to my friend Cloddys barbeque in Muswell Hill. As I can get a train direct to Alexandra Palace and am never checked for tickets on that route, I decided to jump the train and walk from there. Unfortunately it was a bit further than I thought, and walking there took a good half an hour.
The barbeque was ok, but most people left reasonably early. My last direct train was around 1am, so I decided to wait until then. Cloddy was however very ill after drinking quite a lot of wine and Sambuca, so she went to bed and I was left chatting to her housemate Baz.
I knew that I had to give myself half an hour to walk back, so I left the house at around 12:20 and made my way back. Unfortunately I don't know where I went wrong, but I soon noticed that where I was walking didn't look like the road I had walked along earlier that day. I then passed some shops and saw laying on the ground a little push scooter. It looked in pretty new condition so I decided I should take it. I knew that time was ticking and I needed to get to the station to catch my last train and I figured that this mode of transport would help me get there quicker. It was amazingly good fun as there were lots of hills around that area which I was able to scoot down. It was a bit wobbly though and I had to keep putting my foot on the ground to steady myself incase I fell off.
As much fun as riding this scooter was though I was still unsure where exaclty I was, then I saw two young girls. I asked them if they knew the way to Alexandra Palace station, to which they told me to go through a park. I knew I'd not been that way earlier and was feeling quite lost. I carried on anyway and walked through some woods, but had no idea where I was. I tried calling a few people such as Alex and Sarah, to which I had no reply so I just left them voicemails. Milky actually answered, but didn't seem to be much help, and Maddie did try to give me directions, but they weren't much use with me not knowing where I was.
I decided to walk back the way I came, now knowing that I was very unlikely to make my train. The two girls I had originally asked for directions from had now gone, so I was actually getting quite worried.
I then decided I needed to take drastic action and tried flagging down cars who might be able to drive me to the station in time. I must have attempted to flag down about six or seven, but not one of them stopped. Maybe the scooter put them off and they decided to ignore me. I now knew I had no chance of making it to my train in time, so I decided to scoot around the streets on my new toy, as I didn't know what else to do. Then I noticed an amazingly cute girl called Lisa walking towards me. Pulling up on my scooter I asked her for directions. She informed me that I was nowhere near where I thought, but said she'd walk with me some of the way so I could find my way. I chatted to her for a bit and showed her some magic, which in my drunken state still seemed to go smoothly. We finally made it to the road I knew and we said goodbye, but not before asking for her Facebook.
I scooted my way back to the station whereby I knew I had a very long wait for the first train. I decided to call Maddie again to tell her I made it to the station, to which she told me to get in a taxi and I could crash there.
Maddie sent me a text with the number of a local taxi firm and I ordered one. A few minutes later a taxi pulled up, but I was unsure if it was a real taxi, it certainly didn't look like it. I spent some time talking to him asking if he was the cab I had ordered, and he insisted that he was. So I got in the car and started the journey to Walthamstow. He insisted that I paid him £25 straight up, which I found odd and was now seriously doubting if he was the taxi I'd ordered.
I then received a phonecall from a taxi driver asking where I was and that he was waiting for me outside the station. I then knew I must have been in an illegal minicab and was actually quite frightened. What if he'd planned to kidnap me or murder me?
He then asked me what I did, to which I told him I was a magician. He was then insisting I show him some magic, which was a bit hard considering he was driving, but he was very insistant. So I told him when we stopped I'd show him a trick.
We finally arrived at Maddies road and I then showed him some magic. I did try to get some money back for doing so, but he didn't agree to it. He was amazed by the trick and actually thought magic was real. He was then asking me if his family would be ok, and if his sons would get good jobs etc. I told him that I had to go, and promptly left the cab. Phew, I was almost safe!
I made it to Maddies place and we sat up chatting for a few hours whilst drinking some rum.
here are some pictures of me riding my scooter :)
I went to my friend Cloddys barbeque in Muswell Hill. As I can get a train direct to Alexandra Palace and am never checked for tickets on that route, I decided to jump the train and walk from there. Unfortunately it was a bit further than I thought, and walking there took a good half an hour.
The barbeque was ok, but most people left reasonably early. My last direct train was around 1am, so I decided to wait until then. Cloddy was however very ill after drinking quite a lot of wine and Sambuca, so she went to bed and I was left chatting to her housemate Baz.
I knew that I had to give myself half an hour to walk back, so I left the house at around 12:20 and made my way back. Unfortunately I don't know where I went wrong, but I soon noticed that where I was walking didn't look like the road I had walked along earlier that day. I then passed some shops and saw laying on the ground a little push scooter. It looked in pretty new condition so I decided I should take it. I knew that time was ticking and I needed to get to the station to catch my last train and I figured that this mode of transport would help me get there quicker. It was amazingly good fun as there were lots of hills around that area which I was able to scoot down. It was a bit wobbly though and I had to keep putting my foot on the ground to steady myself incase I fell off.
As much fun as riding this scooter was though I was still unsure where exaclty I was, then I saw two young girls. I asked them if they knew the way to Alexandra Palace station, to which they told me to go through a park. I knew I'd not been that way earlier and was feeling quite lost. I carried on anyway and walked through some woods, but had no idea where I was. I tried calling a few people such as Alex and Sarah, to which I had no reply so I just left them voicemails. Milky actually answered, but didn't seem to be much help, and Maddie did try to give me directions, but they weren't much use with me not knowing where I was.
I decided to walk back the way I came, now knowing that I was very unlikely to make my train. The two girls I had originally asked for directions from had now gone, so I was actually getting quite worried.
I then decided I needed to take drastic action and tried flagging down cars who might be able to drive me to the station in time. I must have attempted to flag down about six or seven, but not one of them stopped. Maybe the scooter put them off and they decided to ignore me. I now knew I had no chance of making it to my train in time, so I decided to scoot around the streets on my new toy, as I didn't know what else to do. Then I noticed an amazingly cute girl called Lisa walking towards me. Pulling up on my scooter I asked her for directions. She informed me that I was nowhere near where I thought, but said she'd walk with me some of the way so I could find my way. I chatted to her for a bit and showed her some magic, which in my drunken state still seemed to go smoothly. We finally made it to the road I knew and we said goodbye, but not before asking for her Facebook.
I scooted my way back to the station whereby I knew I had a very long wait for the first train. I decided to call Maddie again to tell her I made it to the station, to which she told me to get in a taxi and I could crash there.
Maddie sent me a text with the number of a local taxi firm and I ordered one. A few minutes later a taxi pulled up, but I was unsure if it was a real taxi, it certainly didn't look like it. I spent some time talking to him asking if he was the cab I had ordered, and he insisted that he was. So I got in the car and started the journey to Walthamstow. He insisted that I paid him £25 straight up, which I found odd and was now seriously doubting if he was the taxi I'd ordered.
I then received a phonecall from a taxi driver asking where I was and that he was waiting for me outside the station. I then knew I must have been in an illegal minicab and was actually quite frightened. What if he'd planned to kidnap me or murder me?
He then asked me what I did, to which I told him I was a magician. He was then insisting I show him some magic, which was a bit hard considering he was driving, but he was very insistant. So I told him when we stopped I'd show him a trick.
We finally arrived at Maddies road and I then showed him some magic. I did try to get some money back for doing so, but he didn't agree to it. He was amazed by the trick and actually thought magic was real. He was then asking me if his family would be ok, and if his sons would get good jobs etc. I told him that I had to go, and promptly left the cab. Phew, I was almost safe!
I made it to Maddies place and we sat up chatting for a few hours whilst drinking some rum.
here are some pictures of me riding my scooter :)
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Spikes Grandad
Apart from my immediate family, the rest of the family I don't consider myself to bond with all that well. I get on with them, and I still love them, but I am very different to them and as a child was so shy that I'd barely speak to any of them. There was one exception though, and that was my Grandad on Dads side. He died about eight years ago now, but it really doesn't seem that long.
He'd had a stroke and was taken to hospital. That was the last time I saw him. He hated it there, and one night he had gotten up to try to escape, but he fell over and hit his head. A nurse attended him by putting a plaster on his head, but didn't report it in an incident book, and didn't check for concussion. That night he died. After the postmortem it was revealed that it's very likely concussion was the cause of death.
Quite a few people attended the funeral which was at his local church, but it was only Dad and myself who went with the coffin to the crematorium. It was a very strange feeling there. I didn't cry at the church or crematorium, as I find it very hard to cry.
I certainly felt a stronger bond between Dad and myself, and I did like the fact that it was just us two who saw him off properly. I know Dad was very upset, and it was a strange feeling knowing that after all the years, it was now me who was there for him.
I have to admit, I was still often very shy around Grandad, but I did look up to him a lot. Mainly because he was totally bonkers. He would sit in a corner smoking a pipe and not really say much, but when he did talk, he'd pretend to be stupid for laughs, which always worked.
He had some odd ways, and in later life the main thing he'd eat would be Jam sandwiches while he sat and watched 'Home and Away'.
Although he's dead, and I don't believe in an afterlife, I like to think that he still lives on through me in a way. I guess I am now the nutty one in the family, and now that my confidence has grown, they all seem to be aware of that. He was always one for the ladies as well as being silly. I think I've certainly taken on some of his traits though, which although others may not, I consider to be a good thing.
I do miss Grandad, and I do wish I'd spoken to him more and gotten to know him better. It was very rare I saw a serious side to him, although I know there must have been. I know he was at the battle of Dunkirk, and then went off to Burma to fight against the Japanese. He never spoke about it though.
I hope he knew that he was someone I looked up to. I never really showed that I did though, but I know Grandma now knows that I did, which I guess is a good thing.
He'd had a stroke and was taken to hospital. That was the last time I saw him. He hated it there, and one night he had gotten up to try to escape, but he fell over and hit his head. A nurse attended him by putting a plaster on his head, but didn't report it in an incident book, and didn't check for concussion. That night he died. After the postmortem it was revealed that it's very likely concussion was the cause of death.
Quite a few people attended the funeral which was at his local church, but it was only Dad and myself who went with the coffin to the crematorium. It was a very strange feeling there. I didn't cry at the church or crematorium, as I find it very hard to cry.
I certainly felt a stronger bond between Dad and myself, and I did like the fact that it was just us two who saw him off properly. I know Dad was very upset, and it was a strange feeling knowing that after all the years, it was now me who was there for him.
I have to admit, I was still often very shy around Grandad, but I did look up to him a lot. Mainly because he was totally bonkers. He would sit in a corner smoking a pipe and not really say much, but when he did talk, he'd pretend to be stupid for laughs, which always worked.
He had some odd ways, and in later life the main thing he'd eat would be Jam sandwiches while he sat and watched 'Home and Away'.
Although he's dead, and I don't believe in an afterlife, I like to think that he still lives on through me in a way. I guess I am now the nutty one in the family, and now that my confidence has grown, they all seem to be aware of that. He was always one for the ladies as well as being silly. I think I've certainly taken on some of his traits though, which although others may not, I consider to be a good thing.
I do miss Grandad, and I do wish I'd spoken to him more and gotten to know him better. It was very rare I saw a serious side to him, although I know there must have been. I know he was at the battle of Dunkirk, and then went off to Burma to fight against the Japanese. He never spoke about it though.
I hope he knew that he was someone I looked up to. I never really showed that I did though, but I know Grandma now knows that I did, which I guess is a good thing.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Spike and Toffee
We've never been a family to have had many pets. There was of course the fish which I accidently killed. Then there was also Tigger the cat, but she had to be given to my Grandma a couple of years after I was born, as Mum became allergic to her.
The only other pet we had was a Hamster we named Toffee due to being a toffee like colour. Toffee was a great pet who was easy to look after. We were often unsure of the sex, but after noticing two large lumps on his back one day, we took him to the vet. That was when we realised they were just his testicles and there was nothing wrong with him.
Toffee did live quite a long life for a hamster, I think it was a good three to four years. I have to admit that I was useless at handling him, I'm useless with animals and always worried he'd bite me. Howeve I don't think he ever bit anyone, he was a very nervous hamster and just wee'd all the time.
We got him one of those hamster balls so that he could walk around the house in it. The problem was that he was shit scared of it. Whenever we tried to put him in it, he'd shake uncontrollably and wee himself.
I don't think Toffee ever really got the hang of the wheel in his cage either. He wouldn't sit inside it and then run, he would climb up the side of the cage, hang on and spin the top of the wheel with his front paw. It was pretty damn impressive to watch.
I'll always remember the day that Toffee died. It was on a Christmas Eve. Charlottes web was on tv, and I'd gone to feed Toffee and change his water. I knew instantly he was dead, I'm not sure why I knew, but I just had a feeling. A few hours later Mum thought it was odd that he'd not made any noise, and his food hadn't been touched, that's when we knew for sure he was dead.
So, being winter and very cold and frozen outside, Dad got a pick axe out to dig a hole for Toffee and then burried him. Mum was in floods of tears and really upset over Toffee dying. Claire and myself, we weren't really all that bothered which I think really annoyed Mum, I think she felt we should have been more upset. We were then banned from having any more pets.
The only other pet we had was a Hamster we named Toffee due to being a toffee like colour. Toffee was a great pet who was easy to look after. We were often unsure of the sex, but after noticing two large lumps on his back one day, we took him to the vet. That was when we realised they were just his testicles and there was nothing wrong with him.
Toffee did live quite a long life for a hamster, I think it was a good three to four years. I have to admit that I was useless at handling him, I'm useless with animals and always worried he'd bite me. Howeve I don't think he ever bit anyone, he was a very nervous hamster and just wee'd all the time.
We got him one of those hamster balls so that he could walk around the house in it. The problem was that he was shit scared of it. Whenever we tried to put him in it, he'd shake uncontrollably and wee himself.
I don't think Toffee ever really got the hang of the wheel in his cage either. He wouldn't sit inside it and then run, he would climb up the side of the cage, hang on and spin the top of the wheel with his front paw. It was pretty damn impressive to watch.
I'll always remember the day that Toffee died. It was on a Christmas Eve. Charlottes web was on tv, and I'd gone to feed Toffee and change his water. I knew instantly he was dead, I'm not sure why I knew, but I just had a feeling. A few hours later Mum thought it was odd that he'd not made any noise, and his food hadn't been touched, that's when we knew for sure he was dead.
So, being winter and very cold and frozen outside, Dad got a pick axe out to dig a hole for Toffee and then burried him. Mum was in floods of tears and really upset over Toffee dying. Claire and myself, we weren't really all that bothered which I think really annoyed Mum, I think she felt we should have been more upset. We were then banned from having any more pets.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Spike spends time in a shed
As I hated secondary school so much, I'd often skive quite a lot. Now this wasn't an easy task as our form tutor was quite strict when it came to absence, and a note from a parent was always needed after returning to school.
Well, when I was actually ill, or feigned being ill, my mum would of course write me a note. Quite often she would write one, but then the next day I'd still be unwell, so she'd then write me another to explain why I'd be absent for more than one day. When this happened, I'd keep the first note hidden in a drawer so that I could use it at a later date.
So over the years I aquired several spare notes which I'd use to explain my absense when I had skived school. There was however one other problem. Sometimes my mum would pop home from work at lunchtimes to drop off some shopping or hang out some washing. Therefore it wasn't safe for me to stay inside the house all day, so I needed to find somewhere to hide during lunch hours.
The best place I could think of was the garden shed, although there was still a worry she'd spot the door unlocked if she was hanging out washing. So I figured out a way to get into the shed with the door still locked.
I'd unlock the door, walk inside the shed and open the side window. Then I'd come back out of the shed, lock the door and then climb through the tiny window into the shed. I'd then sit in there between 12pm and 2pm until I knew it was safe to climb back out of the window and go back into the house.
I didn't really do anything in the shed, I just used to sit there thinking, and it was often quite uncomfortable and sometimes cold depending on the time of year. I guess this sorta shows how much I hated school, that I'd be prepared to sit in a shed for two hours.
Anyway it always worked a treat and I was never discovered.
Well, when I was actually ill, or feigned being ill, my mum would of course write me a note. Quite often she would write one, but then the next day I'd still be unwell, so she'd then write me another to explain why I'd be absent for more than one day. When this happened, I'd keep the first note hidden in a drawer so that I could use it at a later date.
So over the years I aquired several spare notes which I'd use to explain my absense when I had skived school. There was however one other problem. Sometimes my mum would pop home from work at lunchtimes to drop off some shopping or hang out some washing. Therefore it wasn't safe for me to stay inside the house all day, so I needed to find somewhere to hide during lunch hours.
The best place I could think of was the garden shed, although there was still a worry she'd spot the door unlocked if she was hanging out washing. So I figured out a way to get into the shed with the door still locked.
I'd unlock the door, walk inside the shed and open the side window. Then I'd come back out of the shed, lock the door and then climb through the tiny window into the shed. I'd then sit in there between 12pm and 2pm until I knew it was safe to climb back out of the window and go back into the house.
I didn't really do anything in the shed, I just used to sit there thinking, and it was often quite uncomfortable and sometimes cold depending on the time of year. I guess this sorta shows how much I hated school, that I'd be prepared to sit in a shed for two hours.
Anyway it always worked a treat and I was never discovered.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Spike and a rainy day
I have lots of memories of my childhood. At a guess I'd say my earliest memories are from around the age of three years of age when I used to go to a mothers and todlers group along with Dave. I do also have memories of being pushed in a buggy, but I'm not sure how old I was then.
Anyway, there is one random memory that has stuck with me, and it surprises me that it's stuck with me, as it was just a random day where nothing all that important happened.
I'd guess I was about five at the time, but it's a memory I do enjoy looking back on from time to time, as it makes me wish I was a kid again.
Claire and myself were normally looked after by childminders after school, due to Mum and Dad both working full time, but on this day Mum had the day off.
It was pooring down with rain and we were in the town centre where we'd met up with Debra. I remember we were all soaking wet and running through puddles to get to shelter.
Mum then took me into the toy shop we always used to go to and said I could have a Star Wars toy. The figures used to be lined up above the counter, and I looked at them trying to decide which one to pick. I almost picked a green pig guard, which I'd always wanted, but then I spotted Darth Vader, so I remember saying 'I want the black one'. I don't think I was too sure how to pronounce his name at the time.
The old man working in the shop got it down for me and Mum paid him.
We then left the shop, said goodbye to Debra and made our way home.
When we got in, we took off our socks which were soaking wet and put them infront of the fire to dry them. This all happened while watching the Sooty show on TV.
That's all the memory, but I remember quite a few details from the day. I think mainly because it was a good day, as Mum had the day off and I got a Darth Vader figure. Also I remember how snug I felt when we got home warming ourselves by the fire. It's like the feeling you get when you hear the rain on the window and you're inside safe and dry.
Anyway, there is one random memory that has stuck with me, and it surprises me that it's stuck with me, as it was just a random day where nothing all that important happened.
I'd guess I was about five at the time, but it's a memory I do enjoy looking back on from time to time, as it makes me wish I was a kid again.
Claire and myself were normally looked after by childminders after school, due to Mum and Dad both working full time, but on this day Mum had the day off.
It was pooring down with rain and we were in the town centre where we'd met up with Debra. I remember we were all soaking wet and running through puddles to get to shelter.
Mum then took me into the toy shop we always used to go to and said I could have a Star Wars toy. The figures used to be lined up above the counter, and I looked at them trying to decide which one to pick. I almost picked a green pig guard, which I'd always wanted, but then I spotted Darth Vader, so I remember saying 'I want the black one'. I don't think I was too sure how to pronounce his name at the time.
The old man working in the shop got it down for me and Mum paid him.
We then left the shop, said goodbye to Debra and made our way home.
When we got in, we took off our socks which were soaking wet and put them infront of the fire to dry them. This all happened while watching the Sooty show on TV.
That's all the memory, but I remember quite a few details from the day. I think mainly because it was a good day, as Mum had the day off and I got a Darth Vader figure. Also I remember how snug I felt when we got home warming ourselves by the fire. It's like the feeling you get when you hear the rain on the window and you're inside safe and dry.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Spike and the urinating tree
I believe that I was in the second year of junior school when we took a school trip to a local church. We went there to do rubbings of grave stones with paper and a wax crayon. Thinking about it now, it was quite a morbid activity for eight year olds, especially as some of the graves weren't all that old.
To this day I can still not explain exactly what caused it, but at the time I believed that it was a squirrel taking a piss.
Basically, there was a tree outside the church, and a few of us noticed that water started to come out of a hole in the middle of tree. I think even if I saw the same thing happen at the age I am now I'd be amazed. The water wasn't drizzling out, but squirting out quite far. Then it stopped.
We then found some small stones and began throwing them into the hole, and once again the water started squirting out. We were convinced that it was a squirrel in the hole, and when we threw a stone, it'd wee. I honestly don't think it was a squirrel now, but I have no idea how a jet of water could squirt out of the tree the way it did. I just remember being in hysterics at the time, as well as befuddlesd.
I have passed the tree many times since, and have thrown stones into the hole, but unfortunatly the squirrel who was taking a piss must have moved trees.
To this day I can still not explain exactly what caused it, but at the time I believed that it was a squirrel taking a piss.
Basically, there was a tree outside the church, and a few of us noticed that water started to come out of a hole in the middle of tree. I think even if I saw the same thing happen at the age I am now I'd be amazed. The water wasn't drizzling out, but squirting out quite far. Then it stopped.
We then found some small stones and began throwing them into the hole, and once again the water started squirting out. We were convinced that it was a squirrel in the hole, and when we threw a stone, it'd wee. I honestly don't think it was a squirrel now, but I have no idea how a jet of water could squirt out of the tree the way it did. I just remember being in hysterics at the time, as well as befuddlesd.
I have passed the tree many times since, and have thrown stones into the hole, but unfortunatly the squirrel who was taking a piss must have moved trees.
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