Last Friday the battery in my van had run down and I needed one of the tires reflated, so I called out the AA. About twenty minutes later along came Dave. A cheery, talkative chap. I soon found out that he was actually studying for the Knowledge. For those outside London that’s where trainee black cab drivers learn all the roads and streets of London and be able to describe in detail how to get from point A to point B from memory.Read More »
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.
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 »
The lovely but frugal (“they don’t do tea in the nice shiny coffee shop over there but there is hot water in the bathroom tap”) and neurotic video director, Sarah, from 39. Lights, Camera and Action. What would Denzel do with my week had recommended me to the Event Director of a group called “King’s Takes on Cancer“ (KTOC). They wanted me to do a talk as part as a three person panel…..
I Am The One In Three 