LOL! This thread has me in stitches (Ok. So I have a warped sense of humour...so what?)
A few years ago, I was staying on the Isle of Man, and the carpet was slippery, it was about 10pm and I was hungry...I'd left my shoes by the door, as instructed by my Da, so was just wearing socks and a t-shirt and combat pants. I put one foot on the stairs. That foot promptly slid over the carpet and went up at a 45 degree angle, I went over backwards, and did a passable imitation of the luge at the Winter Olympics down the stairs. Unfortunately, the stairs bent in the middle...I dunno how I went round the bend, but I did, and landed on the hard (and more slippery) kitchen floor, shot across that and wound up against the fridge. That was my original intended destination...
Also, about 5-6 years ago, my family and I were in the Peak District for Christmas, I was (and still am) into table tennis, and this place had a fully-equipped games room, pool, table football, table tennis, darts, the works.
Anyway, we went out, my Mam and Da and I. Both of them had had a few drinks and neither had thought to bring a torch....I went on ahead as I had the key. Next thing I know, I walked straight into a wall. With my leg.
DK