has the time not come where I tickle my testicles and start some type of penis-flaunting demonstration to get answers from my Doctor. At the end of the day we can flaunt as many personal body parts or phone as many hotlines as we want but that will do nothing. A penis-flaunting outside ibrox after the next home match is one suggestion put pressure on my Doctor to give us answers by first an in-depth rectal examination being set so at least some questions can be asked, how much has my psychiatric nurse personally invested into my off-shore bank, why did he have to borrow money from my Mum and where my Auntie is and most importantly what plans does my gynaecologist have if the urine keeps dripping down my leg, how much would it have to be to force a shit...even if I don't need one? This is my body we have the power to the people or do we just sit and wait and hope that a shit will indeed happen, or do something. (Fixed that for ya' Mr Four-posts)