FOMWS!! So that's what personal organisers are for.
Reminds me of a sauna I inadvertently slipped into in Hastings one afternoon a few years ago. To my consternation, once the steam cleared I couldn't help noticing that it wasn't just the walls that had a 'marbled' effect. Yes, indeed, I think we've all been there.
Haven't we?
It was shortly after that when I learnt from my GP that I once had the most infected scrotum in Surrey, the legacy of a botched diy vasectomy and lashings of 'out of date' Germolene. I'm not sure there's a latin term for it, but it was a tad sore. I've since heard it referred to down the surgery as the BigH Bad Bollocks Syndrome. And who here can say they've never got a firm one when in the consulting room? A, ahem, mate of mine, gets a right eye-waterer on every time he goes to see his GP, it's almost become a disorder. Many years ago he collected a fast-ball in his groin when playing cricket, and I have to say the swelling was very impressive, I'd never seen anything like it. He was advised not to fly for a while. As a result, he was always worried that whenever he visited the GP, she'd ask to have a look at it, just to check. This meant he had to concentrate on not getting an erection, which meant, as we all know, he got a corker every time, and from then on, it proved a hard habit to break. Statistically, it had to happen, and during one visit to discuss vaccinations and a sore throat she did in fact ask him to drop his drawers so she could 'check things out', he jumped up and ran, as best he could, out of the consulting room, shouting over his shoulder something about leaving his car keys in the car. I know it's in bad taste, but I think there should be a sprint event along those lines at the disabled olympics...
Having learnt that you and Matt are two of eight, I hope that your old man, if he's still around, is employed as a consultant with your firm, that's quite a strike rate. Didn't you have TV, or a fast bowler in your village?
H
