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Number - ooh - 37 in my list of wierd injuries happened on the rugby field at school. I was about 13, running ball-in-hand with all the skill and majesty of a young Euiaian Evans, when some jug-eared little thug tripped me. I sailed face-first into someone's knee, and my left incisor made an incision in my upper lip. I went straight to the bogs for a drink- not crying, no sir - and standing at the mirror I had the singular pleasure of watching rose-tinted water dribbling out of the hole in my cheek and down my chin. Happy days.
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