Originally Posted by
dafydd manton
I had my snip done by an Army doctor, despite having been in the RAF. Three days in Dock, general anaesthetic, SEVEN flaming stitches, the entire tubes taken out (and offered to me in a jar), then supposely self-dissolving stitches. No such luck. They lasted ages, and when eventually they were removed by some smirking female doctor, I could have jumped over a Tank. The worst of it was, the Army were so stupid, they expected you to LIE TO ATTENTION when an officer walked in to the room. Brilliant idea, with the Bits on fire. Got home, and my youngest daughter came to welcome me home, head-butted me in just the wrong place. All that, just for a divorce 7 years later!!