Bitter, Bitter as Gall...

Fair, fat, female, forty, fecund....

Three outta five ain't bad.

Oh wait, yes, that's very bad indeed.  Or it would be if this were more intense- as it is, I'm just getting occasional muscle-twinges, but going with the, ah, pale grey example, the family history, and the agreement of the doctor, I've had a gallstone.

Fucking hell.