HIV cases in Nottingham have trebled in five years, and no-one seems to be particularly surprised. Let's ignore the usual bollocks how it's all the fault of immigrants and arse bandits and cut to the chase - no-one's scared of the fucker anymore.
Christ on a crisp packet, when I was knocking about in the 80s, you couldn't move for icebergs and massive tombstones, and the sight of Mike Smith putting a johnny on a banana made me leg it across the estate and ring the AIDS Helpline, just to make sure that having a mole nicked at Bill The Barbers on Mansfield Road hadn't doomed me to a living death.
And don't expect to see this product in Boots any time soon.
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