You don't need a septic pile like Steve had. He developed an abcess the size of an orange up his butt. Yummy
Now, I've never met Steve, but he's already my hero.
I can only guess that he must have enjoyed the experience, surely he could have got an Easyjet back, but no, he hung on like grim death and finished the job. At what price I can only imagine, but I bet he keeps an eye on how much roughage he gets through now. I once had a true friend described to me as "someone who'll give you his *rsehole and sh*t through his winkle", somehow I think Steve now knows how that feels. The Catch-22 of course, is that anti-biotics constipate you, and that's all the proof Atheists need if you ask me, it would have to be a very cruel God indeed to pull that one, and I bet Steve can't be found round the vicars on a Sunday.
Count me in.
H