I got the Thimbs Up once. In the Congo. It was a f**k*ng nightmare.
The early symptoms manifest themselves with complete and total paralysis. This lasts a few months, fortunately not a lot is going through your mind then. There is however, an awful lot going through ones trousers. I chose the word 'awful' carefully.
Study of Thimbs Up was in it's infancy then, although there was a remedy. This involved getting naked, assuming a Sumo position whilst waving some imported castanets in a mildly erotic fashion, and lowering your ball bag into an operating food blender. This could make your eyes water. As I say, a remedy, but in truth, more of a distraction.
Of course, things have come a long way since then, but with cheap airtravel, you have to keep on your toes these days. I would be happy to set up a 'clinic' at MB for anyone who finds it difficult to talk about this and other 'mens problems', although the examinations by necessity are a bit sporty.
H
I believe Len Fairclough went down with a similar strain in the eighties...
