It was during a war...
Cars v Motorbikes.
I was on the bike.
I overtook someone, who decided to turn right, into a driveway, without signalling.
My head hit the kerb. The splat-hat looked like a boiled egg that had been whacked with a spoon.
I woke up, in hospital, having my naughty-bits washed by a rather scrummy nurse.
The inevitable happened...
The nurse smiled and said "Oh, you're awake, then?".
I sorta grinned, sheepishly, and said "Awake? Why, have I been asleep".
"Yeah, since April".
"April? What is it, now?"
"End of June".