Several cuts and bruises from Cessna flaps but my worst silly injury was to my pride. In the good old days when Compton Abbas used to stay open on Summer evenings, I landed there in a 172 with some friends for some famous cake and coffee. Being evening they let me park right next to the patio which was well populated with people enjoying the evening sunshine.
I don't know what really happened but, when I tried to get out, my upper body did all the right things but, for some reason, my feet decided to stay on board. The result was that I fell head first onto the ground. Fortunately the ground was soft and I seem to have an in built instinct to fall well and I was completely unhurt. I covered my embarrassment with lots of laughter but I wonder how many spectators went away convinced that some pilots are quite happy to fly while drunk.