Not for the squeamish...

Now, I'm always forgetting stuff. I mean today I've walked out of the house without my mobile phone or security card for work but at least my stuff always turns up within a day or two.

Not so for the Iranian chap who mislaid his front door keys 16 years ago but finally found them this week, embedded in the flesh of his leg.

The 50 year old was suddenly struck by a stabbing pain in his leg and rushed to hospital for a X-ray only to find the key ring inside. Apparently he'd shot himself by accident - this is evidently not a lucky man - 16 years ago and somehow the keys must have fallen into the wound.

I've heard of stuff falling down a crack in the sofa but never a crack in your body.