Being of a certain age, I had cause recently to visit my GP.
"It's the waterworks, doctor", I explained.
" Yes", he replied, "needs a roof on it".
" No, I mean my waterworks. I'm experiencing difficulty taking a p1ss".
"You're obviously not John Nixon then", he quipped. "I'll need to examine your prostate. Take your trousers and underwear down and lie on the couch"
I thought, "He's a fast worker. Hasn't even bought me a drink yet"
Then came the sound every man dreads, the snapping of a rubber glove, followed by something unpleasant.
The upshot is my prostate is fine, my GP has a smile on his face, and when I told the wife of my ordeal she just said, "huh, try having a smear test".