Never again. For me in any case. Back in the day at Manyana, mid 1990's a girl rammed her finger up there (no lubricant and I MEAN rammed), I squealed like a pig and she pulled her finger out; minus her acrylic nail. Walking out like John Wayne and attempting to sit skew-whiff whilst driving to the A and E to get it removed was not fun. Then there was the Jamaican receptionist 'You've gone and done what now? as she peared over her glasses and tutted in contempt. Nothing is going near there again, nothing.