[Acrylic-bob]

A while ago I caught a virus and passed out in the street. I awoke to discover two ambulence men shoving needles in my arse and muttering gravely to themselves. I was then whisked off to Blackburn Royal where I was detained for the rest of the day while two doctors and three nursing staff attempted to persuade me that my collapse was due, not to the effects of the virus, but was actually acute undiagnosed diabetes. When their battery of tests was exhausted, and all came up negative I was hastily shown the door and told to make my own way home. "But what about the virus?" I asked. "See your GP" was the terse reply.