I should know better than to risk life and limb on some sketchy soaking wet and slimy Northshore just six days before I’m due to go snowboarding, but the fact is that I ignored what my brain (and girlfriend) were telling me, and so I went for it anyway. The result: a trip to casulty with the news that I have managed to fracture one bone in my left hand and chip another. My right hand is slightly better with what is now just a severely sprained little finger, but Jesus does it hurt! Anyway, I’m off to see the orthopedic dude tomorrow, so hopefully he won’t have any worse news…I would tell you more about it all, but it hurts like hell to even type one fingered!