Reading STAB in the darks frank and brave comments about dyslexia, gave me the nerve to come forward about the condition I suffer from. I am a Sh-itabetic. I'm not proud of it, but maybe bringing it out in public will help me to eliminate the feelings of inadequacy and loneliness that a poo problem can generate. For those of you unfamiliar with the condition, i've took the liberty of posting up a description of it from a prestigious medical dictionary. Sh-itabetic A person who suffers from unpredictable bowel movements, forcing them to rigidly plan their daily life. Close proximity to the nearest toilet by time or distance is an absolute necessity, if shat pants are to be avoided. The sh-itabetic lives in constant fear of pappering his kecks. The condition is on the increase in the UK and has led to a marked downturn in the sale of light coloured trousers for men. Sufferers are conspicuous by their unusual gait, known as the 'sour apple quick step.' The continued worry generated by the condition can lead to the more serious Irritable Arrse Syndrome, which is almost untreatable, without a peg on your nose and the windows open. Come on, hands up.