OK, that disturbing photo is actually just an i-phone picture of my tongue – which I accidentally bit so hard during dinner last night, that I drew blood.

I guess I didn’t actually “draw” blood, but I certainly “withdrew” some. I’ve bitten my tongue accidentally in the past (I may have been a dog at an open car window in a past life), but have never drawn blood before – best as I can recollect.

Of course, I could have played this up a bit, and maybe elicited a bit of sympathy. I could have said that:

-I was defending my UFC Middleweight title, and my opponent pulled a Mike Tyson on me..

-Mrs. That Dan Guy was overly aggressive in our last frisky canoodles…

-I was feeding my baby bird, and it overly-aggressively went for the worm in my mouth.

-I was lifting weights with my tongue, and got a dumbbell skid-mark.

-I licked a chocolate-flavoured metal pole in the winter, and had to tear my tongue off…

-I tried to stop a fan that was threatening our pet gerbil – with my tongue.

Oh well, at least it’s a holiday here today, so I’ll have some time to reflect and recover.

And nurse myself back to health with ice cream…

Chow for now!!