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It was the 12th of January, 2008 (Friday night). I was coming from Clapton, alone, had been helping a friend moving in to his new flat, I was absolutely knackered. After maybe 10 hours of carrying furniture, moving shit, cycling in freezing weather all day; we (3 of us) realized we haven't had anything to eat all day, just because of the urgency of the move... so it was a bit of a situation to do anything about it (it was past 2am by then).
I was living in Bethnal Green back then, so this was just maybe 2 miles from where I was. Right before leaving my friends flat we all decided to have a beer, Stella I remember (yuck!)... to top that, one of my mates had some lefts of some mad weed with him. We all sat down for the 1st time after large hours of work, had a beer, shared a smoke, and I rode off. I was the first to leave.
When I got to London Fields (around 3am) i took my hands off the handlebars, it was normal back then to cycle no-handed... the next thing I remember i was leaning against the playground fence, metal bars fence. for those who know London fields, there is that kids playground, next to TdV, that's where it happened, towards Broadway Market.
Basically my brain switched off the minute I took my hands off the handlebars, next thing I was trying to hold myself to the fence, which i failed monumentally, the arm got stucked between the bars and that pulled my all body against the metal bars, face 1st.
It was the same as opening my upper lip with scissors, it slashed it in 2.
It was an absolut facepalm of an accident... besides, I had to walk (I was completely numb), to Mare St. where these fellas took me as a drunk guy that had been fighting. No one helped me, instead I was mocked about by some drunk people passing by... really fcking frustrating.
Had to keep cycling with a blood fountain right on my face, got home, my GF nearly collapsed looking at me, went the Royal in Whitechapel...waited for 3 hours to be seen, and had to be stitched by a grumpy doctor that kept saying he was a doctor and not a nurse.... lesson learned.
If you gonna crash take someone else with you.