I went to the Dean Terrace walk-in clinic in Edinburgh and I explained to the nurse that I had a wart I was worried about, and without making eye contact she told me to drop me kilt. She was sitting down, and I was standing up. She stared at me bits for a moment much like the way that people squint and look over the top of their glasses, as if she was studying a piece of art.
"I'm having problems locating it", she said. I told her it was on the side of my hand. "Oh, pull your kilt back on then" she said. She then told me that most cases of warts to come into that clinic were of a sexual nature.
I already knew that, but I just wanted to show off me knob. read more