David Icke was right
One Sunday, after a heavy Saturday night, I decided that a long soak in the bath was about all I could cope with. Gratefully I lowered myself into the water and let the steam add to my already foggy vision.

My knees were two islands poking above the surface. Gradually I became aware that they looked somehow different. Struggling to focus, I was slightly disturbed to see strange scale-like patches on them. Lifting my legs out of the water, my panic rising, I saw that the scales extended over my legs. And my arms. And in fact my entire body.

Overnight, I seemed to have spontaneously turned into a lizard.

A hurried trip to the doctor was naturally organised. After consulting various books, and conferring with equally puzzled colleagues, they decided that it was a form of guttate psoriasis. Thankfully this meant that it was harmless, but it did take several months to fade away. Luckily my girlfriend at the time was a nurse, so not fazed by strange body issues, nor by having to empty the bed of a snowdrift of scales each morning.

But it was certainly a surprise, and a great way to sober up quickly...

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(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 5 Apr 2013, 14:31, Reply)