I thought I may as well get into the spirit of the thing and having successfully negotiated the enema sack with aplomb, found myself waiting t'other side of the curtain, accompanied by an assortment of middle aged wreckage. The curtain drew back and a chap who was waffling in my ear only a few minutes earlier was being wheeled out of the theatre, spark out and a small cloth draped over his fevered brow. Fortunately, I was in and out, so to speak, in no time at all. Why, they even had a 48 inch plasma up on the wall, enabling one to get quite the view. :shudder:Originally Posted by Sir C
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