I couldn’t bring myself to drop my trousers before two men of the Inland Revenue and ask them to suck the poison from a wasp sting. The blighter had crawled up my trouser leg during our meeting over lunch, reaching the upper thigh before inserting its venom.
Come evening on inspecting the damage - a large creeping red stain - I took myself to A&E. The head nurse wielding a giant syringe demanded I exposed my right buttock. Terrified protestations were ignored. I’ve never witnessed such pain - like being shot in the backside with a 303 round. Couldn’t sit down for days.
Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago
Sounds very taxing Steve. I guess the IR guys preferred to suck blood.