73. No Unicorns were Harmed in the Making of This Non Suggestive Anniversary Cake
Yesterday, the 5th of July was the second anniversary of my big chop.
It’s funny I had pretty much forgotten in the week leading up to it. I should now be considered a successful statistic.
My anniversary coincided with the easing of the big lockdown. Lots of footage of the pubs full and overflowing. Having known a couple of people that have died of COVID 19 and a couple of friends that had contracted it, I will resist the urge to go and get a portion for myself all because of a Malibu and Coke. The two guys that I know contracted it, and survived, are still suffering the side effects long afterward.Read More »
72. The Devil and Her Apprentice Do Not Wear Prada and They Live In Peckham. Part One
I recently mentioned the sad death of a man that I interviewed, in 2018, with advanced prostate cancer.
His name was Richard.
I have become great friends with one of his daughters, DeeDee. She would perhaps tell you that I have become the bully brother that she never had and never knew she always wanted.
I asked her if she wanted to update the blog and she was totally up for it. What I was totally unprepared for was the incredulous, heartbreaking story she would tell me.Read More »
71. The mad scientist grew concerned as the radiation meter started to fluctuate
My six-monthly prostate appointment was on Thursday.
I will be honest I wasn’t hopeful knowing how my run of good things happening to me, always pans out.
The week before I had taken a ghostly empty train ride into London Bridge. The new norm is to look at fellow passengers and nod over face masks. I did just that with a fellow traveller walking through the train carriage. We nodded that nod that said we were both on the same page. Ready to open a window and eject anyone with so much as a pre-cough.Read More »
