MrA has got into a Wednesday night routine that involves watching Dr Pimple Popper on TV. I have a strong constitution and can watch hours of surgery, Ambulance, 24 hours in A & E but the sight of that chippy chirpy lady squeezing gallons of gloopy stuff from a small incision, or running her fingers round Under the skin and pulling out the fat equivalent of a conjuror’s endless stream of hankies really turns my stomach. It really is gross.