Scars...

one interesting thing that i have got. I was at the dentist when i was staying in st andrews and the dentist was taking xrays for my tooth to come out and he looked at me quite astonished and said do you know you have dislocated jaw and i looked back at him and said have i. I think when i was about twenty i had a fight well i got a jumped while drunk and it was from that, but to this day i have nor went to see about it and i have never felt any sort of pain from it. *wheres mulder, or preferably scully *blushes**

liana? you got stuck by your chin on the mantle piece? both my hands and forearms are mainly scar tissue from various years of working with glasses, bottles, bricks and idiots. right thumb was bitten almost off by a rabbit in a petting zoo, age: 6 months (me, not the rabbit) back of right hand long burn scar from a lovely lady putting a ciggie out on me as I walked past carrying about fifty empties similar burn scar on left ring finger knuckle where I was passed a large joint in a dark corridor. The glowing end stuck but the rest fell away, I spent about three minutes trying to grab a non existant spliff in the dark burst appendix scar, now crossed by another from the removal of the stitches nearly three years later scar down length of left little finger where I tried to contain someone in a chest freezer during an altrication (I know it's dangerous but so was he) and he kicked out from under the closing lid and took all the skin off with his heel right upper arm where i dived through a food serving hatch to assist someone and caught a tiny nail sticking out of the frame finally Sarah has the best scar, its on her knee and she got it playing hockey on a tarmac pitch, it's exactly the same shape as the Adidas logo (the new triangular one, not the three leaves) and it's still filled in black from the tarmac.

i have lots of alcohol related scars, woops i think i should be more careful of not drink as much. mind you thinkin about it i havnt hurt myself badly in a wile. i popped my middle finger on my right hand by fallin up a stage step with two bottles in my hand. it was great i was all most passing out in the loo with my hand in the sink with the blood just drippin off it. peoples faces were the best thing about it and hearing them just come in go woo woo yuk then walk past me. i fell down the stair in my old union bar and cut my hand open and some glass and ended up goin to the hospital the next day coz that side of my hand went completly numb ( i had and x-ray and they said i had glass still in there but there was no point goin in to get it. come back its is goes numb again.... thanks for that.) chickenpox related on under my left boob. one on my right wrist i have no idea what its off i have had it for as long as i can remember and no one in the family knows whats its off ether. quite a few on the top of both legs. and long one on my right shin form fallin over in pe at school. i long one on my right sholder from my friend climin over me in a pub and diggin her nails in my back, i think i also have one on my knee form her when she got very very drunk she would freak out and sometimes run off. this time no one ran after her. so i did.... in heals... and a dress... the fell with such a clatter, couldnt bend my knee for months. i think thats about it for me, but iam sure i do have more.

most of mine are U.B.I's (unidentified beer injuries) About 4 on each knee one on shoulder One on elbow from moped crash in greece One on back of right leg where a fire extinguisher fell on me at school Faded one on left hand from scald where I used to work on a cafe

I'm a little concerned that the majority of scars mentioned to date seem to stem from some sort of fabulous (or scary) childhood/adolesenent escapade, whereas mine seem to be all when I was (meant to be) grown up... One finger dropped beer glass on working in pub (still no feeling)(17 years ago) One finger sliced when chopping dough for our friends at Pizza Hut(19 years ago) Scar on base of thumb from using Stanley knife on vinyl tiles and not cutting away from myself (that really hurt). Still have a few through hormones and women (a la Missi). They don't heal so good.

My worst scar is from having spent 10 years of my life trying to help a mentally ill person get their act together. Everything else pales in comparison.

oooooooh, I think we have something in common there, Radio. Keep reading my stories, and I'll keep reading yours.

i have a good one on my forehead from when my brother's girlfriend Runaway Sue drove into the back of an Austin Allegro on the way to rounders ... i was 13 and jonny fowler had just asked me out and i ruined a beautiful relationship by flying into the windscreen and having 31 stitches ... i have a small scar on my collarbone from running and falling over whilst holding a pointy stick on a family holiday to ibiza or somewhere when i was 6 ... my most impressive scars tho are on my left ankle and up the outside of my lower calf where i fell down the steps of the post office after an old lady barged past me ... it was a really nasty fall and i broke some bones into many pieces and had to have pins and plates and all sorts ... i like scars ...

Right, let's think. In chronological order: Forhead. Hit by soot-encrusted bricks and blocks while taking a chimney breast out, aged 16. The soot caused an infection to the wound so it didn't heal properly. Right elbow. Pushed it through a pub window some time around the late seventies, early eighties. Nine stitches in the back of my head through protecting a black girl called called Millie from a bunch of bikers. This was in Bridgeport, Connecticut. It was in a garage and one of them picked me up and dropped me on my head on one of those star-shaped things you drive cars onto to raise them in the air. The only fight I've ever lost, but it turned out he was a judo brown belt. Bit of a tasty one across my left shoulder where they stuck a pin in me to stop me dislocating my shoulder all the time. And the last ones can only be seen in strong sunlight, but they're across my right hand. I was snorkling between some rocks in Portugal, the sea was rough and I got thrown against the rocks. I could see the blood coming out of my hand through my mask underwater. Well, at least we should all recognise one another at the next ABCtales event. (Liana, you really got stuck by your chin on the mantlepiece?)

Oh, and my buddy, Tony Boston, who got knifed in the face while driving a cab. Great scar that. Well worth a mention. (You can read all about it in the book).

'Written on the Body', eh. Yes, scars are the autographs life leaves on the skin. SO WHY DO WOMEN RANT ON SO MUCH ABOUT STRETCH MARKS, I LIKE MINE, SO THERE.

I didn't know you boxed, Andrew. I thought you were more of a martial arts man.

No, he's a marital arts man....read that carefully. I hope he's never done Tai Chi, I have a strange relationship with that.

Sorry Andrew fraid you don't have the monopoly as no scars for me either even though I have been battered a few times by manly fists. Are we luckly or what!!!

I have another UBI to add to the list...at the weekend I had a wee bit too much to drink don't remember the fall but on sunday I had a egg shaped lump on my forehead which I think my cousin managed to pick all the bits of glass out of. Gone down to the size of a lychee or perhaps a grape now. I'm on the wagon for a while!!! jude

I've heard that before .....

I have a terrible scar... left by a beautiful woman.

I have a UBI from last night. Was commiserating with mate who's girlfriend of six weeks has announced she is pregnant and delighted (mate not so delighted as girlfriend is psycho loon) and managed to be talked in to having henna tattoo by the all night offie lady. Now am branded with a pooey mess (was supposed to be a daisy) in the palm of my hand that will last about 6 weeks. *jumps on Jude's wagon*

ha ha ha...henna tatoees are shite ...literally!"!!! This wagon is steadfast and heading Northbound out of London

Nooooooooooooo....... wait. Can you come down the south circular and pick me up? We can go for a swifty in the local...

wasn't pished...the Floor was deceptively flat

Hi all. I have a large scar on my neck, I have had that since I was 3, (32 years ago) I also have at least 10 scars all over my body through operations, accidents e.t.c, so I look like spagetti junction ha. take care trish

took photo of my latest UBI with digicam so can share it with you all

I boxed when I was very young and light Karl - I had to move to tae kwon do when I went up to eleven stone, because I couldn't hit people hard enough at boxing, but tae kwon do was still more about technique and guile rather than power. Miss the hell out of both of them. Congrats on the book, by the way. I was reading Steinbeck's Sweet Thursday last night, with a huge grin on my face, and it reminded me of you.

"How sad"

On the other hand mybe not because as you gaze on the scar it could bring back lovely thoughts and memories rather than the latter, anyway hope so Felicity...

Ta, Jay...it's a mental scar... but I was being a bit self-indulgent above... ignore me... I'll heal it with the writing... gradually.

can't imagine you boxing Andrew!

I tend to sympathise with George on this one. I got married in the firm belief that you just found a woman you fancied, and who fancied you, and that was all you could expect out of life. It failed, but maybe it was because I couldn't provide what was needed - but at least we had a son. She tried several other men but she now lives on her own. That hurt, but, later, I met the girl of my dreams, who taught me about true love and who I would gladly have died for, but, after several attempts, could not truly satisfy - only God knows why - but I don't regret a single minute. Kriss Kristofferson wrote "I'd swap all my tomorows for a single yesterday" and I can sympathise for they were magical days. I've had several sumptious, sexy and sensational, women since but 'the first cut is the deepest' and leaves you with the most significant scar. I have to say I don't really regret a moment of any of these relationships and only wish I'd been wiser and more loving, because they were all beautiful in their own way and the only real scar is that of regret! Love to you all, my beauties, Mike.

I can assure that there is NO similarity between us Mykle. All of those I was unfortunate enough to get involved with were ALL lying, cheating bitches. I wish them all ill and hope their tits drop off.

I read a dreadful book once that said stretch marks were "badges of honor" How nauseating is that? Yes, I got stuck by my chin on the corner of the mantelpiece.

oh and i forgot about the one on my WEE pinky finger, i caught that one in a machine years ago.............

Felicity nice to get an answer, never thought to shorten thankyou before so Ta to you for that as little things to others can often mean big things to me also for some years now have thought there is nothing like the writen word to cure most if not all Ill's...

one on right thumb from washing up when a food processor blade was hiding at the bottom of the bowl (there's a lesson girls, don't wash up) one on right third finger from taking a pizza out of the oven (another lesson - don't cook either) one on left ankle from slipping and rolling down a concrete slope at the outdoor swimming pool (...don't exercise) one underneath chin from stretching up to see what was on the mantelpiece and getting stuck (...don't be nosy) one on my right shin from slipping and grazing it badly on the stone fire surround (it was the seventies ok?) that i was stood on so I could reach my dads 8-track player. I wanted to put a Rubettes tape in. Thats the biggest lesson of all, and i dont need to spell it out.

scarred character (... don't ever grow up) ?

I've got one on my wrist where I pushed a hot oven tray further into the oven whilst forgetting I wasn't wearing an oven glove (or indeed any type of glove).

there's a few on my forehead from a couple of drunken falling over/passing out type incidents, and one on my knee from another falling over incident when i was at school (and sober i think)

I've got no scars, never had a stitch, never had a fracture. Boxed for four years and never got a black eye (despite the fact that I had a Chris Eubank/Naseem Hamed approach to guarding - kept my hands low with a view to throwing punches from odd angles and just used sways and footwork to avoid getting hit). Never got put down either... Am I the only person on this forum who is still intact?

We can do something about that if you like...a kind of initiation process.

*coughs* I have quite a few around my bod especially around my left and right arm and left leg, oh and four on my face....i counted them last year *sounds pure pyscoish, but it aint* cause when you meet me you realise i am not. but anyway when i got caught up in the self harm crap well over the two three year period i put over 286 scars on my body and face. the ones on my face whern't to bad apart from one which has also faeded a lot but on eof my arms needs covered which i am getting done next year... i wa sina police station once and they said 'mr stephen have you got any scars..i laughed and went, "eh yeah mate 284 and he said oh stop kidding me on son and i said 'dya think so and showed him..... *sounds more pyscoish than it actually is* and thats what one of charities works about destignifying self harm. Its cool i am proud.

Sorry Stephen, I did think of you a millisecond after I hit the post button and wondered if this was perhaps the most insensitive thread ever started. Thank you for having the good grace to join in and posting a very funny thread.

Got this one here from a Tiger Shark... We had just come back from delivering the bomb, you know, the Hiroshima bomb. 2000 went into the water, 300 came out. Sometimes the sharks, they'd go away, sometimes they wouldn't. They'd just circle about, them sharks, those cold hollow eyes.

Can't disagree with any of that.

MMmm I'm relatively unscarred too. I have an 8 inch Appendix scar but it was done so well (17 years ago) that you can barely see it... it's even below the bikini line which is helpful. Other than that I've never broken anything important bone wise that I know of...or really damaged myself particularly (externally anyway) Oh... I DO have lots of ickle scars on the backs of my hands that you can only see in certain lights.... they are half - moon shaped and made by teenage girls fingernails.... I was always the stubborn one who wouldn't admit it hurt like hell

Chin: Large bobbly one from running down hill with hands in dufflecoat pockets. Seemed clever, but in the 10 metres it took to come to a horizontal stop, less so. Waist: Chicken Pox, where elasticated waistband of trousers went. No chicken pox anywhere else apart from that. Being painted purple with calomine lotion must have worked. Right eyebrow: One inch cut. Incident involved hash cakes, a student halls of residence kitchen, an ambulance and an experience akin to lacing up a football. Knuckles: Various white flecky scars. Caused by uncovered brickwork in school stairwells, believe it or not. Third Finger Right Hand: One Inch V shaped scar, caused by shattering pint glass in washing up. Had to walk down to the hospital with hand gushing with blood, a good half and hours walk. Rang partner up from hospital to sy that my hand was gushing with blood and I might need stitches. Partner said there was some good things on the telly that night and she'd see me when I got back. Right ankle: Loads of scars which itch when it's about to thunder That about covers it I think.

two scars on index finger and thumb where i was careless with a chisel. and one on the knee.....i can't remeber how i did that one.

Daisy has three scars on his back where his brother skewered him with a garden fork when he was three. (Disfunctional family)

scars. chronological order. I have scars i haven't seen. i fractured my skull three times by the age of seven. dancing in my socks on a piano - skull #1. Tricycle ran onto road, hit by brand new ford anglia -skull #2. Ran in front of swings, hefty teenage girl in stilletos at fullest point of downward arc skull #3. Left hand a veritable lacework of scars from running with a bottle of milk in my hand. and falling with same. hand still contains glass grains. Top lip left, large angry scar where punched by bloke with soveriegn ring, which went through to the gum. Right hand thumb has acid scarring from industrial accident. Right elbow has large puckered scar from molten metal down the sleeve accident whilst working in foundry. right leg has chainsaw scar. right leg has car accident scar. forehead has low branch walk-into accident scar. heart is unblemished.

I have a lovely scar that goes all the way round the top of my third finger, right hand...from an oh so friendly seal pup that tried to chew it off!!

My stomach looks like the Rose Window at York Minster (after the lightning strike of '84). Stretch marks radiating from what once could be described as a belly button. Scar on back from a boil my mother poulticed when I was about 11. Chicken pocks scar exactly where the Hindus put their magenta splodges. Scar from being cut deliberately to see how long I would bleed, a hospital testing process that discovered I was a slow clot - yes it's official. That's all. Why, anyone considering giving me one?