I had a situation happen many years ago when I worked for Kodak in London. I was friends with a guy who worked there part time while studying for a PHD. He seemed extremely intelligent always studying. He married a great girl who also worked at Kodak. Well, about 6 to 8 months after her married I heard he jumped over the counter in the Kodak employee restaurant took, off all his cloths, picked up the biggest knife he could find and cut of his balls and dick off in one swipe. He then got into the elevator to the ground floor and proceeded to run along Holborn high street bleeding profusely and holding his dick and balls up high for all to see. He was such a nice quite guy, I felt so sorry for his new wife. I never did find out if he lived or died ?
