I was at the doctor's this evening, (none of your business, since you ask) sat in the waiting room amongst the poor of North London, when the intercom sounded and a GPs voice announce the name of the next patient.
The PA continued to buzz and click, before we heard voices being broadcast. The voices were that of the doctor and his patient, as the practitioner questioned the unwitting celebrity about his condition.
Those listening in the waiting room giggled amongst themselves as we heard about the embarrassing circumstances, and it became a little bit disconcerting as to just how much of the revelation we would become party to.
Mercifully, the conversation was interrupted by the sound of another intercom buzzing, followed by a click, the doctor's voice saying "Yes?" and the receptionist's reply of "your intercom is still on!!"
There was one further audible "clunk" and radio silence was resumed, accompanied by a roar of laughter from the assembled throng, a guffaw which was almost certainly heard by culprit and victim.
Imagine my caution, therefore, on being called in as the same doctor's next appointment.
"And what seems to be the problem?"
"Mumble, mumble" (points to anus, and raises eyebrows in a man of the world fashion)
Oh No Matron!
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