Whilst sitting enjoying an UBU in a sunny beer garden after work on Friday the one thing that I've been dreading for decades finally happened.
I got stung by a wasp.
And it only went and got me on my flippin' neck.
My life passed before my eyes as I felt the poison starting to spread, the dull throb of the newly-stimulated impulses mingling with the sensory afferent cocktail filtering through from the Lake Placid Pub & Brewery Company's finest.
But the main element of the flashback was... WHAT THE FRACK HAVE I BEEN SCARED OF ALL THIS TIME? Wasp sting? Piece of piss, matey. There'll be no more of THIS...