One pound. :cloud9: :eat:
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One pound. :cloud9: :eat:
Indeed, generally a much more pleasant all round experience.
I did that free Jean Michel Jarre thing in the Docklands walloped on said fungus, late 80s I guess, spent a while wandering utterly lost around an area I discovered to be Plaistow.
On other days we would get a bus from Turnpike Lane and spend a few hours quite lost in Trent Park.
You may be, in fact you are. I am not.
The past week has simply been a queue of people expressing their surprise that I am at this great age. There has been occasions when in the company of the female I have been fortunate to have my big ****ty stick with me.
Tomorrow I visit the hospital for repeat blood tests. Repeat because when I went for the initial tests a few months ago it was put to me that my liver tests suggested I have a drink problem – which quite clearly I don’t and in no uncertain manner put the doctor straight on this issue.
It’s all shít.
:-(