As many of you will be aware, Cuddles was struck down by a virus not dissimilar to "All Over body Knob Rot" earlier this year and indeed was in the process of handing in my dinner pail. The main damage was done to my heart, which my ex-wife was very impressed with as she claimed I didn't actually have one...However the evil invading microbes also made a beeline for Cuddles most important bodily area, the cuddlesknob. They found a LUP in my bladder but were quickly compromised and flushed out of my system by Urine and supporting anti-biotics. In recent weeks i've been quite chipper because the old ticker has now apparently recovered almost 100% - a minor medical miracle considering the damage done but hey, if you can get through AJD with "Staff Duties in the Field" during a Force 8 hangover, then this is merely a minor embuggerance. Which brings me to my point today. Cuddles has been summoned to my local hospital this day, where I am bidden to receive a visitor, via my Jap's eye, to inspect my bladder for any lingering microbe pockets of resistance or damage. It is probably not a problem, says ye doctor but he would like to be 100% sure. Which I suppose serves me right for telling him I was a risk consultant specialising in medical malpractice investigations...yes, Cuddles bladder-wall is going to be on the telly! So the question is, what genre of TV do you think it will be - a soap opera, reality TV, Bad Laggers Army, drama, thriller or romantic? Maybe we'll get a Lloyd Grossman voice-over for "Through the Peehole"? A DVD of the actual cytoscopy process will go to the best answer!