The Jackson Five, Enid Blytons ‘The Famous Five’. There is no ‘high four’ or ‘high three’. Five fingers, five toes, five tongues if you are a nagging female alien from the planet Trog etc.
You get the drift? I do like a good anthology and I have one for you again today. This time they are based on the number five and prostate cancer.
Sit back and enjoy.
Fresh with the horrific statistics that I present to them, at just about every talk that I give on prostate cancer I am asked the question “Why is there not a national screening programme for prostate cancer?” Related to that, If you were one of the many proactive men that went to go and see your GP about getting a PSA test and ended up being dissuaded from, outright refused or even lied to the origins of that may be rooted in a health paper that was published just over three years to the day…Read More »
Mention prostate cancer to a man and generally the first thought that comes into his head is his tackle. Not cancer or death but what is it going to do with his tackle. I get it, I really do. Overnight I had gone from, as the French would say, ‘Le Magnifique’ to the post surgery and depressing ‘Minuscule et idiot’. Or in keeping to our title theme I had gone from the majestic, powerful command centre they call Thunderbird One to a broken version of the silly, stubby aquatic little Thunderbird Four.
Hello Erectile Dysfunction. Read More »
For those of you that enjoyed telling me how funny Dennis is, I am sad to announce that this is the final part of his story.
Boo hoo!
I told him of his new found fame and he quite enjoyed it. I walked away with him chuckling and smiling. Alas, he does not have a blog so there is nowhere I can direct you to. Not hating or anything. You are back with me again from next week. Hoorah! I hear and feel the chant. Well hopefully somewhere. Back to Dennis….Read More »
I Am The One In Three 