There's pretty much no way that I can describe the act of cutting a live, 240V mains-voltage, wire in half with a pair of scissors which doesn't make me look like an idiot.
Yet yesterday evening that is exactly what I did.
There were mitigating circumstances, but trying to explain them would make little sense unless you could see the scene.
In conclusion: I'm alive, although I almost wasn't.
My scissors? They have a hole in them.