If it wasn't for bad luck...

Some people are unlucky.

Some people are REALLY unlucky.

If you got those two, encouraged them to mate and then studied how amazingly unlucky their offspring were, you would still only be partially able to comprehend Robert Kubica's level of unluckiness (Is that a real word? Ah, it doesn't seem imprecindable.)

Not content with damn near killing himself rallying, when he attempted to slice himself in half using armco whilst still in the car (impressive, that), he's now hurt himself doing something really bloody dangerous.

Yes, he fell over in his back garden on some ice, and has broken his leg, meaning he needs another operation, some extra nuts and bolts and a month of plaster cast. He's got more metal going on than a box of meccano.

Still, I live in Cumbria, so I can confirm - ice is nasty stuff indeed. Still... I have managed to not require hospitalisation as a result of a stroll in my own back yard. I guess I'm lucky. Or maybe just normal...

Get well soon, Bob. Again.

(Tuneage for this post courtesy of Del Amitri's "Change Everything" from '92.)

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