Have you ever been stabbed?

WARNING: Even without photos, this ain’t gonna be pretty.

It all started with a piss.

Well, actually it didn’t start with a piss. Because I couldn’t piss. And it was taking the piss.

It was August last year (sorry for the lateness of this blog, but I’ve been busy failing a degree (which isanother story I owe you)) and I woke up and headed for the bathroom like every man does every morning of his life. I stood at the toilet, dropped my Iron Man PJ bottoms… and did nothing. I couldn’t wee. At a...