This one has always got me, as it reminds me of a time when I was a kid and done something very similar on holiday.
Unlike this clip of a thief trying to escape a shopping mall with his swag – I was racing my brother, both believing our different ways were quicker, to get to the reception desk first to bag the best pool cue. My detour attempted a path through the always open (but this time closed) patio door, and knocked me out cold. My brother found me lying dazed on the floor about ten minutes after I’d failed to arrive at reception.
If you liked that one – here’s another twenty three…
I’ve also walked into a glass door. In a chippy in Liverpool. Much piss taking.
I’m glad you only walked into it.
Looking a bit silly in front of your mates is one thing – knocking yourself out at full sprint (and having your parents torn over concern for your wellbeing and the price of a new hotel door) is another.
Nothing wrong with trying to do something different, a bit unconventional and ‘au modern’. But some aspects of house design are still essential, no matter how old-skool they might be.
There are tidings of a huge gushing spout in Halewood. The _mainstream _media is 'splaining this all away as a burst water main or some shit, but we’re Sotonians. We know better.