from Disgusting Bliss, Lucian Randall's autobiography of Chris Morris:

'I tiptoed to the bottom of her bed and I lifted up her bedclothes and took out a scalpel - a very sharp scalpel; I used to be a medical student - and I slivered the thinnest possible layer of skin from the bottom of her foot and it just came away like a sort of silk insole and I took it out and put it under a shrub... [Eventually,] she wasn't there at all.'

Book seemed a little pointless - publish a book of his scripts.