I'm curious to know how my name got involved in this story.
Any suggestions that I was the 'patient' are wholly and entirely untrue, and anyone who says otherwise will be hearing from my solicitor.
In actual fact at the time of this incident I was watching the snooker on TV and I have my pet owl as a witness. Besides, the only shells I have here are from WWI and not WWII.
However this story reminds me of the (true) story of the unfortunate guy who shoved a battery operated sex toy so far up his bum that he couldn't get it out. He had to wait for the batteries to run down afore he could go to A&E to get it pulled out
Regards,
Jay.