I have had too much experience with blood over the past few weeks... I got my chin split open at a soccer game, and had to go to hospital to get the stupid little gash glued back up. Then the following Saturday another tragedy.

As many of you previously read, I recently had a bad experience over the weekend, with two beers, one bread roll, and one sharp knife owned by someone who happens to be in the military. I sliced straight into my finger in a bad way... a real bad way. I jumped around and had blood running all over my hands, and on the floor.

Later that night I had worked out a way of taping up my finger in a way that would keep the deep cut closed, and stop it from continually bleeding... which involved taping my finger forward... which from the back looks like I have unfortunately cut my finger off.

The next day I was telling dad how beer and sharp knives don't mix, and how I had unfortunately sliced my finger really badly... and when I held up my hand to show him, he saw exactly what you can see in the image.

Basically all he saw was me missing my pinky finger.

The look on his face was priceless... he just stared, his mouth fell open and the colour started to drain from his face. He was in shock, absolute horror. When I started to laugh, and turned my hand around he just got a bit angry.

I tried to explain that I had to tape my finger curled up to stop the bleeding, but to be honest, I really don't think that he appreciated my explanation. Old people can be so unforgiving at times. Sheesh.