I was looking for how I had managed to smash a lightbulb this morning ...... after a 4-pack of Grolsch and a bottle of half-decent white wine on a Tuesday night I usually find myself looking for quite a few things.
Sobriety being one of them, an appetite being the other main one.
I was blatantly still p*ssed walking to work this morning, I would have been run down at the traffic lights if the usual thing had happened where some impatient sod runs the red light, thankfully though the good people of Hampshire were actually obeying the traffic laws for once
I just realised it was a walking stick I must have been twirling around in my bedroom like some pre-teen twat, and I guess after a couple of lucky misses the light finally bought the farm and I was treated to a shower of amorphous silicon dioxide, all over the bed, the floor, and the cannibalised PC strung out across the floor in a healthy state of disrepair.
Despite this hilarity in total darkness while utterly smashed I somehow managed to get to bed, sleep for a few hours, get up and bugger off to work and remain unshredded by the glass shards that must be in there somewhere, I guess I've got that to look forward to when I get home
Just thought I would share, y'know. On the off-chance anyone could possibly care Oh dear, only 6 hours to go .....
Editty: see, what actually happened was I took a chunk out of the bulb but it remained impressively intact.
Look I know the pictures are both unnecessary and a bit silly but it demonstrates how I don't have a bed full of glass. A pleasant occurrence, let me tell you.
(note the circular hole where the stick made contact)
(900mm Hollowpoint Walking Stick )
Nicely framed interesting photo showing both the fragility and strength of glass.:
There you go. And not just because I'm too hungover again to make some proper entries. Much.