I always have car accidents. They're not like in my bed where at least I've got a plastic sheet over my matress. But I'm there happily driving alone and shit, I'm sat in my own puddle of piss. Funnily enough, at 10:42 this morning.

On a serious note, glad to hear you're alright, that's some smash. The funniest accident I ever had was falling off a motorcycle at 40mph on snow, the bike goes one way, I carry on straight forward along the road, do a few rolls, my helmeted head bounces off the floor twice, and I realise I'm facing backwards, on my knees, still sliding and see this massive white van still coming towards me as if he's hit the same ice I did. Luckily, we both stop, the guy in the van gets out to see if I'm alright, I'm pissed off and throw my helmet away. This was at half 5 in the morning.

I then went to do a 12 hour shift bruised and battered.