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I am not a well man. I spent most of last night on the toilet. In a clammy sweat with stomach cramps. And the rest. I blame the organic brown basmati rice my princess gave me for dinner, with her famous lamb and butter beans casserole. Usually I eat the casserole with a big chunk of crusty white bread, and wash it down with a pint, but the diet book says white bread makes you fat and extra fibre is good for you. I'm not disputing the benefits of fibre - but maybe I had too much, too soon, for all night I thought I was dying.
My princess was unsympathetic.
"People pay good money for colonic irrigation," she told me.