I had it, numbed the area and that cut me open with laser scalpel, talking to me like he was cutting my hair. I glance at him and see smoke, not a good feeling.
Then there’s a noise from him, followed by the immortal line
“ some people have thicker veins in here than others, you’ve the thicker and I’ve nicked one”
Didn’t stop bleeding for an hour, finally let me out and walked length of deansgate to Victoria station from John St.. opening it again, underpants full of blood by time she picked me up.
No stitches and bollocks black as fuck for 2 weeks.