116. Happy Birthday Paula

s-l1600It’s my birthday today. Happy birthday me 🙂

I decided what better way than this to talk about what’s been happening, since the last post.

I have these three areas of prostate cancer trying their very best to derail the show, but bugger you – I am still here, fit and healthy and you are not going to win!Read More »

111. It’s Good To Talk, Unless It Is To a Lawyer. All He Hears Is Kerching!

Lawyer

This has been a busy month with regards to talking about prostate cancer related matters. I spoke to two men about prostate cancer, one post operation and the other pre operation. I manned a prostate cancer table, awaiting my radiation therapy results, took myself abroad on holiday, started training for the 10K chocolate run and delivered a prostate cancer awareness talk.

Phew!

Wouldn’t have it any other way!

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109. Bugs, Bananas and Babies

Banana Wheevil

It was a humid early morning in July 1975 and Lieutenant RL Anderson of the Hopewell Police Department was conducting a routine patrol in his squad car. He was passing the  Allied plant, which at the time one was one of the worlds largest chemical plants, situated next to the James river in Hopwell, Virginia, USA. He observed two men standing at the back of a pickup truck with a 250 gallon tank in it. Nothing unusual there you might think. However, the men were pouring a fuming liquid into a pit, not a lined pit however, just a hole in the ground. The plume this liquid created could be seen from quite a distance. Lieutenant Anderson didn’t know if what they were doing was authorised or legal so he noted it in his report to his superiors and that’s where it remained. Read More »

107. Talks, Reports and Rusty Nails

Rusty nails

It’s been a busy month, this little olde month of May. It started with my birthday, which was very nice. I didn’t do much, which is what I wanted. I did however eat and drink lots of the food and drinks that I shouldn’t. I was going to take this to the line. We gained a new King and bank holiday, I spoke to some peeps about prostate cancer, a group of professors have nothing better to do then come out with some nonsense reports, I got some new tattoos, finished a college course and the month will end with me being irradiated like a pack of dried fruit. Oh and a little announcement.

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