Wounds 2

Frankly, I've said nearly everything there is to say about this before, but here, as if it were needed, is further proof that some people never learn:

Hands once again torn up from trapezing, but taped up this time for the ride home, to avoid grinding the rubber handlebar grips into exposed flesh. That wouldn't have been much fun. The wounds aren't as bad as they look, though they are inconveniently positioned and do smart a lot, but the tape was just so butch I couldn't resist posting a pic.

Really, this stuff would make a great fashion accessory, perfect for turning soft, manicured keyboard paws into the manly fists of a bare-knuckle prizefighter. Of course, it would take rather more than a bit of tape to bring off that look -- and if you succeeded it'd just get you barred from every pub and club in the city, and probably invite a good kicking from any passing thug who thinks he's hard enough. So, perhaps not.

Um. I seem to be rambling.
Posted by matt at May 11, 2004 04:08 PM