It’s been a little difficult since I posted here last month. A friend that I went to secondary school with was given a devastating prostate cancer diagnosis.
Other than a brief initial conversation, he is not communicating with anyone. He will throw out the odd WhatsApp grenade where he expresses one of the recognised stages of grief according to Kübler-Ross,
I think sorrow needs to be in their somewhere but what do I know.Read More »
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 »
There is a quaint little park in South Korea called Haesindang Park which is on the border to North Korea.
It is more commonly known as Penis Park as it has about fifty gigantic erect penis sculptures. Some are many meters tall, some are anatomically correct while others have faces and dual heads. Take your prick (couldn’t resist!)Read More »
Fresh on the back of the last event where there were two prostate cancer speakers, I find myself at another and in the same situation. This time however, smart casual scarecrow had been replaced by slick Pete. Hair was cut so sharp you would think I saw a barber on the train, a funky dress shirt, crisp jeans and my best shoes. The only downside was I probably looked a lot more affluent than I actually was and this is not the safest part of London. Tread carefully.Read More »
I Am The One In Three 