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General update...
May. 14th, 2015 01:03 pmSo...it's not diverticulitis...According to the quack (a good sort, knowledgable and with the appearance of great competence) it looks like gall bladder problems. The Bro' had his gall bladder removed at the end of last year after stones gave him a few episodes worse than mine. I'm at present on an almost no-fat diet. Now this ain't perfect for a chap who is 6'2" and under 140lbs...and one moreover who rather loves his cheese, oily fish, and chips. (Not together, I must add...or not necessarily anyway.) So now I'm wandering around wondering what to eat...Aargh!
As an aside, Steve K. came to visit yesterday. After he lost TPA Studios it's been a bit of a bumpy ride for him, nevertheless, things may change. Fingers crossed. We chatted of this and that as we recalled the past, like the two old codgers we are, and through the recollections a song came to mind, sung by soldiers, in another of life's little ironies.
I DON’T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER
I don’t want to be a soldier,
I don’t want to go to war.
I’d sooner hang around
Piccadilly underground
Living on the earnings of a Wh-High-born lady.
Don’t want a bullet up my arsehole,
Don’t want my bollocks shot away,
I’d rather live in England,
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my fucking life away.
So I looked for a version on YouTube. I found a substantially cleaner version, with a slightly different melody than the version I recall:
I think this old guy gives the song some of the spirit of the thing, even if his timing and phrasing aren't exactly perfect: but when was folk music ever perfect? Well... good "real" folk music, anyway.
One of the things we talked about was how, when we were brought up, hitting children was perfectly acceptable. Now we realise it is barbaric. I went to schools where the teachers, in loco parentis, would cane children. In many schools, prefects could cane other children. Er... Now from time to time, in an excess of spleen and rhetoric, I sometimes suggest that beating education into children may be in their own best interests. This is mainly because I would prefer there to be a better way of educating the little blighters. Whatever. But educated they really need to be.
As an aside, Steve K. came to visit yesterday. After he lost TPA Studios it's been a bit of a bumpy ride for him, nevertheless, things may change. Fingers crossed. We chatted of this and that as we recalled the past, like the two old codgers we are, and through the recollections a song came to mind, sung by soldiers, in another of life's little ironies.
I DON’T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER
I don’t want to be a soldier,
I don’t want to go to war.
I’d sooner hang around
Piccadilly underground
Living on the earnings of a Wh-High-born lady.
Don’t want a bullet up my arsehole,
Don’t want my bollocks shot away,
I’d rather live in England,
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my fucking life away.
So I looked for a version on YouTube. I found a substantially cleaner version, with a slightly different melody than the version I recall:
I think this old guy gives the song some of the spirit of the thing, even if his timing and phrasing aren't exactly perfect: but when was folk music ever perfect? Well... good "real" folk music, anyway.
One of the things we talked about was how, when we were brought up, hitting children was perfectly acceptable. Now we realise it is barbaric. I went to schools where the teachers, in loco parentis, would cane children. In many schools, prefects could cane other children. Er... Now from time to time, in an excess of spleen and rhetoric, I sometimes suggest that beating education into children may be in their own best interests. This is mainly because I would prefer there to be a better way of educating the little blighters. Whatever. But educated they really need to be.
