76. Back In The day. Part 2. Your Proton gun or Mine

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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,  

  • denial.
  • anger.
  • bargaining.
  • depression.
  • acceptance.

I think sorrow needs to be in their somewhere but what do I know.Read More »

73. No Unicorns were Harmed in the Making of This Non Suggestive Anniversary Cake

unicorn-peen-1Yesterday, 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 »

60. Pillion Passengers and Backseat Drivers

Pillion PassengerFresh 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 This time however, smart casual scarecrow had been replaced by slick Pete.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 »