Holy, Holy, Holy
Another day; another entry in the Accident Book.
Simon, the Craig David looky-likey, has had more holes put into his face. He’s got hoops, rings and studs poking out from every loose bit of skin.
He was in the middle of a sale today when he looked suddenly alarmed.
His head-set became hooked to a lip-ring so that his head looked like one of those metal puzzles you get in Christmas Crackers. Thrush and John Doe came to his rescue while Simon tried to maintain a conversation about the surface area of beach towels.
He’ll have four days off because of this incident.
Could have been worse. It could have been a tangle with his Prince Albert.