Skin Grows Back.

A salutory warning. When cutting metal, the stuff gets a bit hot. I WAS wearing my safety specs (before my mum starts making a fuss), and I'm glad I was- otherwise I'd possibly have lost the sight in my left eye by now. Actually I was chipping away just after cutting when this lump of red hot steel flew up and rudely embedded itself in me, and there was a delicious smell as of frying bacon as I swatted frantically at my face to dislodge the thing. Burnt so deep I still cannot feel it. Damn, and there I was only the night before smugly congratulating myself that I had not managed to maim, bludgeon or otherwise nearly kill myself for some time now. You know what they say about pride and all that. Hey ho, at least it'll be an interesting-if slightly odd-scar, I mean, for christ sake the sodding thing's teardrop shaped innit!? Great, now the whole world will look at me and be able to see how I feel about boat building.

Thanks to Jamie and Catt for the inspiration behind the todays title.