I had an appointment at Guys hospital to discuss my increasing PSA. The last count was 0.15 and at 0.20 I would need to start the dreaded radiotherapy and all the fun that entails. A few days before it was changed to a telephone appointment as those wonderful train drivers were going on strike again. This time around I got a surprise call from the elusive Mr Cathcart himself. It was short and sweet. My PSA was now 0.16 and unless I specifically wanted to pull the rip cord early, we would leave the radiotherapy until we reached that magical bonus number. I asked him what he thought, and he said it’s something we want to leave as long as possible. That was fine by me, nothing good ever came of pulling that ripcord early other that a swift gust of wind guiding you back up into the aeroplane’s propellers.Read More »
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91. Crypto Lilly, Now Thats A Funny Looking Chick
It’s been one of them months of ups and downs.
Most of the up’s have been fantastic. The new job is fantastic, I am happy, content and I am appreciated. I am running 5km, non-stop, three times a week in under 30 minutes, just me and the manky foxes at 5am. I have lost weight. I had taken a gamble with crypto and made an unbelievable 4000% return on a small investment. Yes, King you can even get in and take piece of the happy pie. Look at you, looking your best since the de-prostrating.
You beautiful, impressive brute, you.Read More »
89. Decisions, Decisions and What Flavour of Crisps Would You Like?
I was minding my business working when I got a call from an old friend, who I am going to call Osman. Now Osman was one of my groomsmen at my wedding, so we go back a while and are good friends, we always have a laugh and I always remind him how he is punching above his weight with his lovely wife. Now, having not heard from Osman for a while I smiled at seeing his name on the phones display.
Unfortunately, it all went downhill, rather rapidily from there.
88. Only 25 and He Died so Bravely on Stage, Is There a Doctor In the House?
I was excited, I was rehearsed, and I was raring to go. This was my first live in person talk in nearly two years of Mr Pandemic reeking carnage. It was in the prestigious Mansion House in Central London to celebrate Prostate Cancer UK’s 25th birthday. It is the majestic official residence of the Mayor of London and we don’t talk about the ingenious way the building was funded way back in 1739.
Invited were the leaders and staff of Prostate Cancer UK along with their biggest clients and supporters. Prostate Cancer UK have hundreds of volunteers and yet they asked me to do this talk. No, they didn’t lose their telephone book either. This was my time. Now knowing me, what could possibly go wrong?Read More »
I Am The One In Three 