So the good news is that I’m not dying of skin cancer – or at least, that’s what the good people at Molescan would have me believe. Kristy has been worried about a few of the moles on my back for a while, so she booked me in to get them checked out at a speciality clinic in Oxford Circus.
It all started off well enough, with a few interview questions about my skin such as, “do you wear sunscreen”, and “do you go to tanning salons”. Finally, it was “How did you hear about our service?”, to which I simply said, “My wife made me come”.
After that, she told me to strip down to my jocks – and yes, really, she really said “jocks”; unsurprisingly, she was an Aussie. It’s a good thing I was wearing a nice pair of boxers – and yes, that was pre-planned! Next up was the scan from head to toe with an Uber-Powerful © (it was made in Germany) magnifying glass. Thankfully, she was mostly unconcerned about everything, and only pointed out a few lumps that I “need to keep my eye on”.
The unfortunate thing is that over here, it’s expensive! I suppose it’s a small price to pay for a clean bill of health, but still – in Australia, it’s FREE! (Well, it used to be, anyway!)