I was a judo fanatic, even in my early thirties. Hanging by one's ankles doing 'gut-busters' seemingly did just that. A small bulge under stress near the solar plexus was enough evidence but I had the tube anyway.
Sloped off to a pin-strip-suited man in his charming house. The Rivetess watched as he offered me something to calm me. I didn't know much else but while it was kicking in, he said, "If it doesn't work I'll get a nurse to sit on your face". I grinned . . . and fell asleep.
Yes, it was a HH. Fifty quid please. That was a lot of money back then. Anyway, when I phoned to say I'd pop in to pay, the lady, who seemingly doubled as nurse and secretary, said, 'You don't own anything. It was free. What he said. I don't know why he says things like that. It's free.
Who was I to argue. I wonder if he ever knew.