If you stay in a wire shopping trolley long enough your skin grows around it.

I've got a new fear to add to the list. Roaming gangs of organ traffickers.

Y'see what they do is stalk you, drug you, cut you open and the next thing you know is you wake up in a shopping trolley on the embankment minus a kidney. This is then sold on the black market so wealthy fatcats can play golf without denting their expensive clubs.

It has got to the point where I have hired my own gang of organ harvesters to provide me with a constant supply of spare kidneys just in case the inevitable happens.

Distant sound of train whistles.....