While at school doing metalwork. Tightened a bar of metal in the chuck of the lathe, then forgot to remove the key before switching motor on. Trouble was, my fingers were between the lathe bed and the impact point of the key as the chuck turned. Still have the scars.

I have a beard which I keep neatly trimmed(ish) but in the colder months I sometimes let it grow until I resemble the old man of the woods, when I reach the stage where it irritates me if I turn over on the pillow I trim it using my old faithful rechargeable philips trimmer

I always leave it on 3 or 4, which is a medium setting, so I run up the side of my cheek as I usually do, without resorting to a mirror until I get to the fiddly bits. On this occasion it didn't feel right so I looked in the mirror, have you ever seen an 'inverted mohican' because that is what was staring right back at me!!

Unbeknownst to me , whilst Fran was dusting she knocked over the trimmer and it fell from the shelf on to the floor, she checked it worked and put it back where it was not realising that now the setting had been knocked down to the lowest it could be!

Needless to say I had to shave it all off, something I hadn't done for donkey's years, it didn't half feel strange and I did get a few wry comments when next I ventured forth into the village! Thankfully it has now grown back and but I now keep the trimmer in my sock drawer :o}

With reference to the title of the thread, I found getting a little older in the tooth, make you more prone to making everyday mistakes and errors, and previous 'bad' experiences still don't resolve that issue :O)

But going back to 'remembered' experiences, that will remain in my mind. I use to practice and enjoy what could be possibly called extreme sports by some. nothing like dropping a 'few' feet on an hemp rope, and not allowing for stretch :Ouch)

Another not so extreme. Having a good Indian curry with friend's, being given a few after 8 mints at completion of meal, then throwing the mints into an open fire, and commence chewing on the wrapper. No I was not drunk!.

And finally, returning from a motoring trip abroad, stopping en-route for a meal when reaching Blighty, then leaving the premises still thinking that right hand driving was still the norm. Fortunately it was very early morning, and I had three 'reminder' colleagues with me. Long journeys, getting use to riding on the right over extended time doesn't quite match, when travel and perhaps things were more difficult in years gone past!.

Chronus. Just been reading your other thread and having a good laugh at the stupidity of it all. Then remembered that as a lad of about ten years, with my brother who was eighteen months older than me, when we obtained from somewhere some .303 bullets. We made our way to a quarry and decided to push one of the bullets in a crack in the rock face and then proceeded to hit the end of it with a nail and a another lump of rock, (we obviously must have known which end to hit). All I can say is that it went off as intended and that we were extremely lucky. We also learned a great deal of respect for firearms from that incident.

A few years later (when I was about fourteen) I decided to repair my old working boots because I couldn't afford to take them to the cobblers. I was cutting merrily around the edges to remove the excess leather, when the knife slipped and I still have the scar about two inches or more long on the base of my left thumb. That's when I learned the expression "always cut towards your oppo!