Just went out to get some lunch, walking through Stratford High St in East London, IT conversations on the player – Marc Canter talking about ourmedia.org and the internet archive – wow this is coo… BAMMM, strange floating sensation followed by face and knees scraping along pavement and then small birds twittering around my head.
My first reaction? Oh no here comes someone looking very concerned who wants to look after me – real playground stuff, “No, I’m alright, no really, thank you very much ” [limps off manfully, little tear on cheek]
Turns out I put one foot into a loop of discarded plastic tape (the stuff that holds boxes of photocopier paper together) and either put the other foot in it too or stepped on it with the other foot thus upending myself.
Pictures later – ie after the bleeding slows, but before my pride gets re-inflated. [update - no chance of ego reflation - kids way too amused]
Now if I’d been recording instead of listening….