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Yes, I've done the "cutting incredibly hot chillies then going for a piss" thing. It really wasn't fun. And it hurt to piss for about four days afterwards.
Yes, I still recall the screams and cringe. That chilli was so very hot wasn't it? The super-strength chilli sauce added to the saucepan didn't help either.
Never, when writing a 1,000-odd word review of a sextuple CD boxed set (or any similarly long piece of creative writing) where you have failed to save a single backup of the document, let alone one every line, decide in a moment of absent-mindedness to hit keystrokes for "select all", "delete" and "save on top of the only copy extant" in three rapid steps to teeth-gnashing writer's oblivion.
And then don't bother spending the next few hours trying to recover fragments of the text from a memory dump. It's really not worth even trying, and unless you have a photographic memory, don't attempt recovering the jewelled prose from your own brain either. |
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