Hey, a post that isn’t about my innards!
Servants’ Quarters now boasts a record deck. So the vinyl that has followed me around for devades, and been on display but unplayable for around 8 years, is getting a new lease of life.
The first three records we’ve played are
Public Image Ltd’s album, Pink Floyd‘s Wish you were here and Cherry Vanilla‘s Bad girl.
The next challenge is to use the deck’s record-to-mp3 feature to make my vinyl ‘portable’. Watch this space!
Thanks to Elly’s membership of Benenden and her general wonderfulness, I now have an appointment with a an apparently highly qualified GI specialist doctor next Wednesday. (Yesterday’s appointment was with a ‘Mr’, i.e. a surgeon.) Continue reading
I’ve not posted recently because there’s been almost nothing to say: I’ve spent most of this week horizontal due to pain and lack of energy. But here’s some bits to prove I’m still alive. Continue reading
Three things have raised my spirits today. The first is the election of a green president in Austria, albeit by a tiny margin, In case you are interested, here is the Austrian Green Party’s ‘Program’ (only availability in German), in contrast, here is that of the narrowly-defeated FPÖ. It’s in English. It seems strange that a Volksdeutsch party should reach out internationally in this way, yet an environmentalist party does not. Surely environmentalism has to be internationalist! Continue reading
I’ve hardly moved from my ‘nest’ for the past few days: the furthest I’ve gone is our back yard. Meanwhile Elly has been busy trying out a cargo bike.
I didn’t sleep much last night: maybe four hours in total. So I’m flaked out again, with The queen is dead on auto-repeat. Such a brilliant record! If my musical meanderings continue into the past at this rate, tomorrow will be The age of consent, and Saturday will be New boots and panties. You have been warned!
After another phone conversation with my GP: Continue reading
I saw my GP yesterday – my innards were still not right. He referred me to the colorectal doctors at the Western General hospital. The worst part of this was having a venflon stuck into the crook of my right elbow. I can’t express how much I hate being punctured and then incapable of using an arm. Continue reading
What is a CycleDog? Read it and … guffaw
Never feed cyclists. They’ll learn about the easy handout and return again and again. They subsist quite nicely on their regular diet of Gatorade and inhaled bugs so please don’t feed them.
Do not honk at cyclists. They’ll return the one-fingered salute, or on some occasions, all five fingers – for emphasis.
Keep your windows tightly closed when near a cyclist, especially at a red light. They smell very bad. They spit in all directions, though they can achieve good distance by spitting down wind, and cyclists ALWAYS know the wind direction. They are known to shoot ‘snot rockets’ from their nostrils. These are their GOOD points.
Or just be inspired by cycling round the world on almost no money
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Wouldn’t trust [that person] to pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the heel!
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