I was playing sevens a year or so ago and I put my head in the wrong place in a tackle. Got up, put my hand to my head to "rub away the Tom & Gerry stars" and felt the wet indication of quite a lot of blood. I'd split my eye open and had six stitches put in by 11am. Good way to start a Sunday.
I work in the City of London and the black eye I was sporting for well over a week certainly got a lot of looks from the pin striped suits. And yeah, I could tell everyone thought I'd been fighting in some back alley.