“Could you please tell me your date of birth, Mr Read”. My name is Ron Read. I say , “29th of the first 1952” for what seems about the millionth time. This identifies me as the chosen victim. This has authorised a flock of females ; some quite attractive; most very pleasant, to start work on me with their very sharp needles. Too many of those crap ‘Twilight’ books and movies around. I don’t mind the women hitting me with their needles too much these days. I used to hate it. I used to find it a pain in the arm and sometimes a pain in the arse. I don’t like men sticking needles in me at all. It seems quite an unfriendly act for a bloke to do. I don’t even think men should stick needles into women; seems cruel. Still I guess if there’s a medical emergency and there’s no women with licences to maim around.