My Father phoned

So as we move on from Miles glib remarks and return to the subject ot hand, urine.

My Father telephoned last night with some "exciting" news, he and my Mother, both Guardian reading libererals and aged hippies have started to take a new kind of therapy which involves drinking thier own urine. Now initially I thought they were simply broadening their sexual horizens after forty years of marriage and had visions of them discussing the pros and cons of a golden shower and an evening indulging in a round of skat whilst serving up the Christmas nut roast. Apparently not, this is purely medicinal and it has (Your Urine) some amazing qualities and isn't the nasty smelly stuff we are led to believe, unless you happen to be a five pint a night man with a love of curry sauce and chips. Urine my Father assures me can provide energy, maintain youth, and make skin and hair beautiful. With such wondrous properties I realised I could save a Tony Blair a fourtune on cosmetics and face creams. Do any of you have any alternative theopies we would perhaps market under the Knitting Circle brand?

Nathan