Dear reader. Thanks for sticking with me regardless of the amount of postings I made this year (very few).
I wish you a very merry Christmas and may 2015 treat you well.
A pint? That’s very nearly an armful!
– Tony Hancock, The Blood Donor
I went to see my doctor recently about the nail on my big right toe. She took some clippings and packed them off to be analysed. I’ll find out in a couple of weeks if Fergie the Fungus has invaded my left toe as he did my right toe two years ago, leading to six months of hardcore anti-fungal medication. Some of you have been with me for a long time now, so I feel I can share this with you (whether you like it or not). If you’re new to this blog – welcome!
The doctor then suggested I have some blood tests as it’s been a while since the last check, adding: “It’s time you had it done anyway, as you’re now of that age.” That age, ladies and gentlemen, is 50. Hearing that was only marginally worse than my dad, on calling to wish me a happy birthday on my landmark date, telling me that I was now “on the other side of the ladder.” Yeah, dad… thanks!
Easter, the religious festival celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ for the observant is nearly over and for the non-observant, just like Christmas, it’s become an orgy of fat and sugar. For this festival, the fat and sugar orgy comes in the form of an Easter egg. Deep repentance comes later once the scales tip over to fat bastard… until Christmas.
I was in Asda a few weeks ago and as I idly roamed from aisle to aisle, I was confronted with the usual array of Easter Eggs.
I was on Twitter when I saw the news breaking on my timeline. I was hoping it was a hoax, like the ‘deaths’ of Jeff Goldblum and Morgan Freeman in recent years. But as the tributes started pouring in, I had to accept, with sadness, that it was all too real. Another drug related death of an actor/musician/whatever. Except that this person wasn’t a ‘whatever’. This person was Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was 46.