Following on from Eightyeight breaking his arm with a stag do and wedding on the horizon (see Monday Night Pub Ride thread for details) what is the best/worst you have done to yourself when you should be at home wrapped in cotton wool?
I rode through something poisonous 2 days before my holiday a few years back. The plant in question looked like rhubarb but left me covered in puss weeping blisters on my legs arms and face. Sat by the pool in Malta, at a hotel full of teenage Italian girls on a language course, I looked like this.
Fortunately for me the rider immediately behind happened to be my wife… so she looked like she’d been too close to the reactor also.