November 1, 2011
Thanks to all of you for your concern and my sincerest apologies for wrecking a jolly good ‘knees-up’ for us.
The plan was perfectly set up : slip out after work on Monday under the cover of night, knock out some rather fine bleeped up rock n’ roll with the old muckers, have a couple of cocktails and then nonchalantly nestle back into the yoke of oppression by Friday.
Sadly though, it was not to be. Instead life felt it necessary to teach me a few more lessons such as :
# Hernias are not slightly amusing medical anecdotes any more
# There are worse places than your head to be bald and
# There is a vast difference between workmans compensation and workmans constipation ( only one of which I am entitled to).
So then it’s back to the couch for me to survey my stubbly belly and negotiate the horror that is American cable TV, dreams of running away to join a Broadway chorus line by Christmas in ruins, as the sweet, velvety Vicodin courses through my veins. Ah ! bollocks to all that !
I’ll see you in a few months, Al x