Ouch.
The day after the last Derby match at the Vetch I received ‘the swabs’ in Dewi Sant in Ponty.
It still brings tears to my eyes thinking about it
I spent most of the day in Angharads drinking away the woes of having pieces of plastic being shoved down the end of my knob. Pissing was uncomfortable for days.
Worse still, I found out a week later “I was clean!” The twisted ****er who put me through it was pissed off with me for being an absolute twat. Fair enough really