I dislocated my knee on Saturday night. If you will recall, gentle reader, this is a mishap I have previously encountered. Not last Christmas Eve, but the Christmas Eve before that, I managed to pop the bastard out while dancing to California Uber Alles. Painful experience. Very painful actually. Actually, really quite painful indeed. And inconvenient. Couldn't walk properly for some months. Couldn't pick myself up off the ground. Very inconvenient.
But looking back, from the comfort of a year and eight months away approx., it wasn't really all that bad. After all, at least I did my knee in dancing hard to some damn fine punk rock.
On Saturday night, I dislocated my knee while dancing again. It wasn't so bad this time - mainly, I think, because I was dancing much more softly. I sort of picked my leg up and gave it a wee little wiggle/shake and the knee popped out (making the bottom half of my leg swing out in an entirely incorrect and disconcerting manner) before I shook it again and it popped back in. No worries, hurt a bit but not too much. No need for little green tubes of good times. Pity, really.
However! A dislocation is still a dislocation, and in honour of this dislocation, I present to you now, dear reader, the lyrics to the song which near felled me this time:
We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown!!
We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.