Arse. Monday, stepped out of a van carrying a Kona Africa and my foot turned under me. Jebus Christ twas painful. I haven't twisted an ankle since 1982 when I went down the vert at Brixton skate park with my foot under the front of a skateboard. Did sod all Monday and Tuesday. It's our busiest time of year so my timing is all fecked up, I'm off to London for 8 days of nonstop Bike Week roadshows on Friday. Sigh. Anyhoo. It seemed to be healing ok, from unable to put any weight on it at all to being able to walk ok so long as my foot was strapped up and laced tight in my high-top walking boots. I was taking it easy today, but this afternoon took a bad step. OMG. It wasn't all that painful but the whole world turned grey, I felt nauseous and then my body pulled rank on me. It said SLEEP! and I was thinking well, I'll have a sit down for five minutes on the sofa but I don't have time to bloody..................... ...............out, like a light for an hour and a half in a busy workshop with people shouting, music playing. Weird shoot man.