I was over at a mates place this evening, when I noticed a strange mark on his forehead about the size and colour of a small bite sized mars bar. I asked him what had caused his mars bar mark, but he refused to tell me. I kept on asking and eventually he spilled the beans. Not literal beans, I was speaking metaphorically.

He had been doing some bench presses at the gym, and had asked a guy to "spot" for him. At least, I think that is what the guy was meant to be doing... I wasn't paying attention to the actual terminology. Anyways, its the guy that stands at the top of the bar, so if you are about to drop the bench-press bar, he can catch it so you don't break your neck.

This mate - lets call him "Mr R.C." as a code name of sorts - anyways, "Mr R.C." was bench-pressing some massive weight of 15kg or something simliarly huge, when his old lady arms started to get weak towards the end of his set.

Mr R.C. : "Ok.... I'm done".
Spot: "I can't lift it".
Mr R.C. : "What?!!"
Spot: "It's too heavy!"

As Mr R.C struggled in vain to put the bar onto the rack, his arms started to shake, and give way. The bar dipped to one side, and half the weights fell off onto the floor. Even then the weakling spotter couldnt lift the bar, and a few kilograms later Mr R.C. dropped the weight bar onto his own forehead with a loud crash.

He stood up while everyone in the gym stared - and then he "went all woozy" and fell to the floor - with a massive bleeding lump on his head, that remains to this day as a reminder - testament to the dangers of pretending to be a tough boy at the gym when you really only have old lady arms.