Blood Donor :o)
Here in Sweden, we have a lovely blood donor system... when you go, you get to have a t-shirt that litterally says "I'm great me" or "good boy" on it etc... It changes from year to year.

My Mother - bless her cotton socks - technically owes the UK bloodbank due to her countless opperations, but now due to her high dosage of Warferine (rat poison to combat blood clotting) she's unable to donate.

I decided to go and redress the balance next time the Swedish blood-bus turned up.

Like many people, I've had Chlamydia.... was is that that failed me? No.
I have, truth be told screwed a guy... not my thing, but mum said to try everything once. Was it that that rendered my blood unusable... No.
I used to smoke lots of weed. Living in Sweden's "Mr Mackey Drugs policy" state, you'd have thought that this would worry them (the think that you inject weed i rekon) ... but no. It wasn't that.
History of cancer in the family? no problem.

No.. the thing that caused them to refuse my rare blood-type, was the simple fact that I'd lived in the UK for more than 7 years, and subseqently had - at some point - eaten British Beef.

Not only Failed, but Didn't get the T-Shirt.

In thier eyes, I'm a ticking CJD Time-Bomb :o(
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( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 5 Jan 2007, 13:08, Reply)