I had a rather unpleasant pain experience whilst evacuating myself this morn. No, not like that. I was sat on the toilet, reading the NME, dreading the coming working day and contemplating how fusion power could revolutionise energy production, when I heard an ominous sound. This time it was not my bowels but was emanating from above. There was a ripping, cracking noise and then something smashed into my skull.
The light socket had unexpectedly taken the bold move of detaching itself from the ceiling and falling. Its bid for freedom coincided with my treasured toilet time. Maybe it was just lonely. The glass and metal fixture split into pieces as it hit me on the head, the light bulb shattering. The bathroom went dark.
As I recovered and cleared the rubble and plaster from my hair I noticed a big bloody gash on my head. It could have been worse, the whole ceiling could have fallen, or even the whole sky. Leaving for work a bird took a poo on me.
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Kind of birds you hang around with, it doesn’t surprise me.
Ooh, I ain’t into any of that funny business - that’s just wrong.