I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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A few grand.
I can't remember exactly... sorry, but I did shop around.
The quack that performed the op was a fairly large lady, but obviously was very delicate in stitching the equivalent of vermicelli together.
I can't comment on the difficulty or complexity as I was under a general anaesthetic. But I think that it is probably not much more invasive than the snip itself.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 9:16, Reply)
I can't remember exactly... sorry, but I did shop around.
The quack that performed the op was a fairly large lady, but obviously was very delicate in stitching the equivalent of vermicelli together.
I can't comment on the difficulty or complexity as I was under a general anaesthetic. But I think that it is probably not much more invasive than the snip itself.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 9:16, Reply)
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