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Dads are super heroes right?

The reality is that unfortunately we're not!

Yesterday, trying to be a 'cool' dad, I went on the mother of all zip-wires to impress my son. It all went drastically wrong! The result of this is that I have a severe case of whiplash and I'm struggling to move one of my arms!!!

Any other dads (or mums) ever done something to impress someone and come a cropper?
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Dads are super heroes right?

The reality is that unfortunately we're not!

Yesterday, trying to be a 'cool' dad, I went on the mother of all zip-wires to impress my son. It all went drastically wrong! The result of this is that I have a severe case of whiplash and I'm struggling to move one of my arms!!!

Any other dads (or mums) ever done something to impress someone and come a cropper?

I did a 'Singing in the Rain' routine on the water feature - a series of steps with water running over them, at Roundhay Park and didn't allow for the slippiness of the algae covered steps. I fell and got the edge of one of the steps impacting on my kidney region. I staggered back to the car bent double, wet from the waist down and had to be signed off work for ten days with bruised kidneys and assorted strains. I still wince at the memory.
 
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Easytigers

Easytigers

Guru
I did a 'Singing in the Rain' routine on the water feature - a series of steps with water running over them, at Roundhay Park and didn't allow for the slippiness of the algae covered steps. I fell and got the edge of one of the steps impacting on my kidney region. I staggered back to the car bent double, wet from the waist down and had to be signed off work for ten days with bruised kidneys and assorted strains. I still wince at the memory.
Ouch!
 

G3CWI

Veteran
Location
Macclesfield
I suspect most of us have done something like that at some time. I know that I have. Get along to your GP if things are not a lot better tomorrow :smile:

We once stayed at a theme park during its opening week. They (with our help) soon discovered that their thrilling water rides were far too thrilling. By day two they had someone in a wetsuit in one of the rides with a safety line to rescue the drowning and injured riders. By day three it was closed. I couldn't walk for a week.
 

ComedyPilot

Secret Lemonade Drinker
Being a dad in later years (I was 41 when Miss CP was born) I don't have the razor-sharp intellect a younger dad might possess.

One day Miss CP took to getting me made up with blusher, lippy, eye shadow and put my hair (what there is of it) in a flowery hair grip. After while she moved onto playing with her real dolls, so I was free to get on with other things.

The bike was on the stand in the garden, and I was doing some minor fettling.

The dog went nuts at the front door, so I went to answer it - a parcel from Ch**n R**ct**n with goodies for the bike.

2 problems.

I still had make-up on, and the now smirking driver also delivers to my office at work.

Now whenever he delivers to work, he always says, "Morning, got a parcel for you love...."
 

swee'pea99

Squire
Many moons ago I decided it would be fun to share a scooter with the littl'un, going down the slope in the park. And indeed, it was great fun, till we hit the bridge and went flying - me, her, the scooter and all. No harm done. Nothing to see here...move along now...
 

Diggs

Veteran
I'm fine. I'm sure the Diglet's enjoyment and pride of my dancing increases with every year that goes by....
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
I'll dust this one down again.....

I once lit a rocket in the kitchen because my son dared me to.

Not one to refuse a dare I lit the fuse thinking that I could douse it in the sink full of cold water that I'd spotted just after the dare was issued.

I duly lit the fuse and enjoyed the look of panic on my son's face - this was no ordinary rocket but one of those big star bursts.

I dunked the rocket in the water and the fuse continued burning - the look of panic was now on my face.

I ran to the back door to throw the rocket out but it was locked and the key wasn't in the lock.

During the lifetime that flashed in front of my eyes - I opened every cupboard door and oven looking for a place to lodge the rocket but the fear of the consequences from my wife was greater than my fear of the injuries from the pyrotechnic. The scene was like one of those Ealing comedies running around in circles desperately hoping for a miracle solution....

In the last few seconds before 'lift off' I found the back door key and managed to release the rocket outside.

It hovered and exploded directly overhead about sixty feet up.

My son was less than complimentary about my intelligence. For once I had to agree with him :angry:
 

berty bassett

Legendary Member
Location
I'boro
on clearing the spare bedroom out i decided to throw out a large suitcase - rather than carry it down stairs i uttered " watch this" to the lad - sat in the suitcase for tobogganing down the stairs - as i lay at the bottom of the stairs having put a hole in the gas cupboard door rubbing every bony bit of my body i just had time to say " your turn " before my missus came in and singed my ears with a fiery lecture about just like having 2 kids in the house - now whenever i ask him to do anything he just says shove off dad i saw you go down the stairs in a suitcase !!!
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Hey @vernon could you dust down the burning ping pong ball one again? :thumbsup:

Happy to oblige....

Some time ago I retold the incendiary tale of me lighting a rocket in the kitchen and the ensuing mayhem when things went pear shaped.

Yesterday witnessed another insane but milder incendiary incident which was avoidable of pre-existing knowledge had been recalled and deployed.

After the evening meal, I was sitting at the computer desk typing away and miding my own business when two of my offspring improvised a game of table tennis using their hands and a ping pong ball. After several glancing blows to my body I suffered a direct hit to my eye and decided to end the game forever.

I seized the ping pong ball with one hand and retrieved a chef,s blow torch from the back of the desk, lit the torch and then used the flame to ignite the ping pong ball - mistake number one. The celluloid is very flammable.

I succeeded in blowing out the flames but my smugness was premature. The ping pong ball spontaneously re-ignited - mistake number two - I'd forgotten that very flammable should have read extremely flamable.

Good bye smug grin, hello wide eyed panic preceding a panic driven juggling of a fiery chunk of plastic until the heat resistance of my epidermis was compromised and I dropped the burning remains on the not so cheap woollen carpet and stood on them to put them out. Lifting my foot the extinguished remains re-ignited. Mistake number three - extremely flammable should be replaced with extremely f'kin flammable.

Having failed to be educated by mistakes one to three I stood on the burning remains again and again for mistkes four and five until the fourth stamp successfully extinguished the flames.

My kids were in agony from laughing, my wife was in pain from screaming at me and I am currently living in Coventry being unable to apologise without laughing.

The damage to the carpet has proved to be minimal with a mild scorching only just visible.


Thing is, I knew how rapidly celluloid from ping pong balld burned - I'd just forgotten/failed to make the right connections before I embarked on the trip to internal exile.

For those who want to explore the flammability of ping pong balls a tad more safely and impress the offspring with the effects:

1, cut a ping pong ball into small pieces.

2. Wrap the pieces in aluminium foil.

3. Roast the foil with a match or a lighter.

4. When smoke emerges from the foil drop it onto a saucer and watch the device fill a small room with smoke and the smell of wintergreen - your very first smoke bomb.

Shame I'd forgotten about the smoke bomb. Its recollection might have saved the day yesterday :biggrin:

Maybe not :tongue:
 
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